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44. Abhi na jao chor kar

  • 6 Jun, 2025

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Laughter echoed around me, the soft strumming of the guitar filling the night air as Meher, Krish, and Dev took turns singing, their voices blending into something light, something beautiful. But I felt none of it. My smile was there, practiced and polite, but my heart wasnโ€™t.

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