THIRD POV :
The night was a long, suffocating stretch of silence. Mihika sat on the floor outside the study, her back pressed against the cold mahogany of the door, straining to hear any sound from within. She had tried everything, pleading, soft knocking, frantic begging but Ekansh remained a ghost behind the lock. The stillness from his office was a unique kind of torment, a physical manifestation of the chasm that had opened between them.
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