The next morning dawned bleak and gray, mirroring Ishita’s mood. She entered the kitchen, the remnants of last night’s chaos still echoing in her mind. Arjun sat at the table, surrounded by empty beer bottles, the remnants of his escape evident.
“Seriously, Arjun?” Ishita’s voice trembled with anger. “You’re drinking again? How is this helping you?”
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