The room was dark except for the faint bedside lamp that Diya had purposely left on. Sleep had been nowhere near her tonight. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel Yash’s lips near her forehead from earlier, still hear that calm dangerous whisper in her ears.
"Humara intezaar kijiye."
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