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"Some people don't die when their heart stops - they die when they stop believing they can be forgiven."
Abhinav never meant to lose Anjali. But guilt doesn't care for intentions - it just builds walls inside your chest and whispers names you can't forget.
When Arundhati walks into his life - a girl carrying her own ghosts - the two begin to peel open each other's wounds in the hope of finding light. But what they find instead is something darker, rawer, and maybe... more honest.
A story about grief, guilt, and the strange ways people keep living after they've already died inside.
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