The white curtains swayed in the air, stained with blood. The scent of metal lingered, thick and suffocating. Around me, the place was in ruinsโshattered glass, broken furniture, everything lying in chaos, as if a storm had passed through.
My gaze moved around the dimly lit room, and a sharp pain settled in my chest. This placeโฆ I knew it.
Allahabad.
The same villa where Rudraksh brought me after our wedding. The same place where everything started.
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