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The crystal glass trembled ever so slightly in his hand, the amber liquid inside catching the dim light like a sliver of fire. Rivaan Kapoor sat on the edge of the couch, shoulders slouched, the weight of guilt a chain he couldn't break free from. The bottle beside him had already given too much, yet not enough to drown the echo in his mind her voice, broken, questioning, hurting.
He took another sip.
The door creaked open behind him, soft as a sigh. He didn’t turn. He didn’t need to. He could feel her presence in the room like the sharp scent of rain before a storm.
Vanya Kapoor stood by the doorway, silent at first, eyes fixed on him. The way his back curved forward, the way his fingers clenched the glass it was all too telling. A man trying to hold himself together with t
