Ishita lay on the bed, looking pale but calm, her fingers fidgeting lightly against the blanket. She turned her head to the side, catching Arjun’s gaze as he sat beside her, his hand resting protectively over hers. His face held a look of mixed relief and sadness, yet his eyes were earnest, searching hers for answers he hadn’t thought to seek before.
After a long pause, Arjun finally spoke, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Ishita?" His words came out more like a plea than a question, a mix of confusion and regret echoing in his tone.
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