Ranveer finished spreading the thick bedding on the balcony floor, smoothing the corners with quiet precision. The night had settled deep and cold around them, the December wind slipping through the narrow opening of the blinds she had insisted on keeping partially raised.
When he turned, he saw her standing there....small, soft, almost fragile, hugging two pillows to her chest as though they were the last things grounding her.


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