
Aahil POV
The hospital was a blur of white walls and sterile scents as I paced the waiting room, anxiety gnawing at my insides. Zaira was in there, and all I could think about was how I had hurt her, how my reckless words had pushed her to the edge. Ali sat across from me, his expression a mix of worry and confusion as he scrolled through his phone, searching for any updates.







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