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तेरे पास आने से जो सुकून मिलता है,
हर दर्द जैसे पल में सिमट जाता है।
नज़दीकियां तेरी कुछ यूं महसूस होती हैं,
जैसे रूह से रूह की बात होती है।
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Avantika Pov
I woke up to a pounding headache, my lashes feeling impossibly heavy. My entire body ached, and my head throbbed as if it had been split in two.
Slowly, awareness crept in. My hand rested on something warm and firm-a chest. My head was nestled against it too. The realization jolted me awake.
I straightened my neck, blinking against the dim light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My fingers, bare of bangles or rings, caught my attention first. Confusion churned in my stomach.
I turned to look beside me, and the sight froze me in place. My breath caught, and it felt as though the ground beneath me had disappeared.
It was Avyansh. He was lying there, half-naked, his chest exposed under the soft glow of the dark yellow light.
My heart sank as I realized my own T-shirt was slipping off my shoulder, barely clinging to me. Panic clawed at my throat.
"Oh my God..." I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears welled up, stinging my eyes as my trembling hands reached to cover myself.
I looked at my wrists-no jewelry, no bangles, no rings, nothing that I had worn the night before. My hair was loose and disheveled, as if someone had taken it down. Memories rushed back in disjointed fragments:
The party. Being at my parents' house. Chachi offering me a drink, insisting I try it. That man... the one I hated, who had made me nauseous.
And then-nothing.
My heart thudded dully, refusing to beat faster or slower, just a hollow rhythm in my chest. It felt as though someone had pierced through my soul. I pushed the comforter away, my hands shaking.
How could I?
I didn't want to look at him, but my eyes betrayed me. My gaze landed on his chest again-on the faint red marks trailing up to his neck. The sight made my stomach churn.
Then I noticed it. Kajal. A smudge of dark black near his collarbone, unmistakably from my eyes. My fingers trembled, hovering over the mark as I struggled to piece together what had happened.
Did I do this?
My breath hitched as fragmented images started surfacing-me crying, pleading, and leaning into him, begging for something I couldn't fully remember.
"No," I whispered to myself, fresh tears streaming down my face. "This isn't possible. I wouldn't..."
But as my trembling fingers brushed over the mark on his chest, another vision struck me-of me leaning toward him, my lips grazing his skin, leaving those marks behind.
