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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
The morning felt… identical.
Not similar.
Not familiar.
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Identical.
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Amisha stood in front of her mirror, her fingers slowly tying her hair into a ponytail—
And then she froze.
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"I've already done this."
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The exact movement.
The exact angle.
The exact way her hair slipped from her fingers before she adjusted it again.
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Her breath slowed.
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"No…"
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She stepped back slightly, staring at her reflection.
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"This is the same…"
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Her eyes widened.
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"This is the same morning."
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Her heart started pounding.
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The notebook.
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She rushed to her table, flipping it open quickly.
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The words were still there.
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"Darshit dies."
"Save him this time."
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Her hands trembled.
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"This time means…"
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Her voice barely came out.
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"…there was a last time."
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And if this was the same morning—
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Then—
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"I failed."
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The realization hit harder than anything else so far.
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Not confusion.
Not fear.
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Guilt.
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A deep, crushing guilt she didn't understand—
But felt anyway.
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"No… I won't let it happen again."
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For the first time—
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Her fear turned into something else.
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Determination.
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🌿 POV: Sonali Maurya
"Amisha!"
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Same voice.
Same tone.
Same timing.
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Sonali ran up behind her at the school gate—
Exactly like yesterday.
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"Finally! I thought you disappeared again."
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She froze mid-sentence.
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"…Wait."
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Amisha turned slowly.
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"You said that yesterday."
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Sonali blinked.
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"What?"
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"You said the exact same thing."
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Sonali frowned. "No, I didn't."
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"You did."
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"Amisha, I just got here."
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Amisha stared at her.
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Same clothes.
Same expression.
Same sunlight angle.
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Everything.
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Her breath turned uneven.
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"It's happening again…"
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"What is?" Sonali asked, now slightly concerned.
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Amisha didn't answer.
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Because she already knew what was coming next.
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Varun would appear.
Make a joke.
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3…
2…
1—
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"Late again?"
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Varun's voice.
Exactly on cue.
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Amisha closed her eyes.
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"…No way."
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🔥 POV: Varun Tripathi
Something felt off.
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He couldn't explain it.
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But when he saw Amisha and Sonali at the gate—
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It felt like déjà vu.
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Strong.
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Too strong.
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"Late again?" he said automatically.
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And then paused.
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"…Did I say that yesterday too?"
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Sonali looked at him. "You say that every day."
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"No, I mean the exact same way."
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Amisha looked at him instantly.
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"You feel it too."
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Varun frowned slightly.
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"…Feel what?"
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She stepped closer.
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"This has already happened."
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Silence.
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Sonali groaned. "Not this again—"
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"I'm serious," Amisha said firmly.
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Varun studied her face.
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This wasn't her overthinking.
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This was—
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Different.
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"…Okay," he said slowly.
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"I'm listening."
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⚡ POV: Darshit Dubey
He was already waiting.
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Near the classroom window.
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Exactly like yesterday.
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Because this wasn't a new day.
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It was a repeat.
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"…So it restarted."
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His eyes shifted toward the door.
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Amisha would enter in—
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3 seconds.
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2—
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1—
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The door opened.
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She walked in.
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Exactly the same.
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Same steps.
Same hesitation.
Same expression.
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But this time—
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Her eyes found him instantly.
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Not by accident.
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Not by chance.
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By intention.
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Darshit's expression changed slightly.
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"…She remembers."
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More than before.
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Faster than before.
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This wasn't good.
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This was very not good.
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
She didn't wait this time.
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Didn't hesitate.
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Didn't pretend.
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The moment she entered the class—
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She walked straight toward him.
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Ignoring everything else.
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Ignoring everyone else.
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Ignoring the fact that her heart was beating way too fast.
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Darshit looked up.
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Calm.
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But not surprised.
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"You knew I'd come," she said.
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He didn't deny it.
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"You remember more."
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Not a question.
A statement.
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Amisha's jaw tightened.
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"This day is repeating."
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"Yes."
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No hesitation.
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No confusion.
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Just truth.
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Her breath caught.
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"You're just going to admit that?!"
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"There's no point hiding it now."
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Her hands clenched slightly.
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"How many times?"
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Silence.
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"Darshit."
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His gaze hardened slightly.
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"…Enough."
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"That's not an answer!"
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"It's the only one you're getting."
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Her frustration rose.
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"You said I'm the reason this is happening."
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"Yes."
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"Then tell me how to stop it!"
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A pause.
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For a moment—
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He looked like he might actually answer.
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But then—
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"No."
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Her eyes widened.
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"…What?"
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"You're not ready."
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"I lived this already!" she snapped.
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"And you died!"
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The words slipped out before she could stop them.
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Silence.
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Heavy.
Sharp.
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Darshit froze.
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For the first time—
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Completely still.
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"…You remember that too."
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Her breathing turned uneven.
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"I saw it."
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A pause.
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"…Then it's worse than I thought."
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"What is?!"
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But before he could answer—
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The bell rang.
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Loud.
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Sharp.
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Reality forcing itself back in.
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Students started entering.
Talking.
Laughing.
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Like nothing was wrong.
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Like time wasn't breaking.
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Darshit stepped back slightly.
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"We'll talk later."
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"No," Amisha grabbed his wrist.
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Not aggressively.
But firmly.
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"I'm not waiting this time."
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His eyes flickered down to her hand.
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Then back to her.
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"…That's exactly what you said last time."
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Her heart stopped.
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"…And?"
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A pause.
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His voice dropped slightly.
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"…That's when everything went wrong."
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Her grip tightened.
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"Then we won't make the same mistake."
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Silence.
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For a moment—
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Something shifted between them.
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Something unspoken.
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Something dangerous.
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Darshit slowly pulled his hand back.
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"…You don't understand yet."
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"Then make me understand."
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His expression softened.
Just slightly.
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"I'm trying to protect you."
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Her voice dropped.
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"From what?"
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A beat.
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Then—
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"From yourself."
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Her breath caught.
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Before she could respond—
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A voice interrupted.
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"Amisha?"
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They both turned.
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Sonali stood there.
Watching.
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Confused.
Concerned.
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And—
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Suspicious.
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"How do you know him?" she asked slowly.
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Silence.
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Amisha looked at Darshit.
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Darshit looked at her.
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And for the first time—
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They both realized—
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They weren't the only ones starting to notice.
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🌿 POV: Sonali Maurya
Something was wrong.
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Very wrong.
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Amisha.
Darshit.
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The way they were talking—
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It wasn't normal.
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It wasn't a first conversation.
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It felt like—
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They had history.
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"Amisha?" she repeated.
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Amisha turned toward her.
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But her expression—
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It wasn't relief.
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It wasn't comfort.
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It was—
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Conflict.
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Like she didn't know what to say.
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Or what to hide.
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Sonali's chest tightened.
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"…What aren't you telling me?"
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And in that moment—
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Amisha realized something terrifying.
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This wasn't just her burden anymore.
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The moment she spoke the truth—
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Everything would start changing.
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Again.
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🌌 END OF CHAPTER 5