Her gaze didn’t waver from him. Her eyes, glassy with pain, held a kind of softness that left him speechless—helpless. He had seen Ankita strong, confident, and sometimes even angry, but he had never seen her so vulnerable, so human. And it scared him more than he cared to admit.
He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself, but his voice betrayed him.
Agastya Kapoor
Ankita... please haar mat manna...main aise itni jaldi... itni jaldi tumhe nahi kho sakta...humare bich bahut kuch clear hona baki hai...
Ankita... please don't give up... I can't lose you so soon... so soon... there are many things yet to be cleared between us...
Tears stung the corners of his eyes, and his jaw clenched as he looked down at her. The sight of her blood on his hands was something he couldn’t erase. He was a man who had faced death before, countless times, but this—this was different.
Ankita blinked slowly, her gaze steady. Her lips parted slightly, and though her voice was faint, it rang through his very soul.
Ankita Singh Rawat
Agastya kapoor rote huye...rote huye.. bilkul bhi accha nahi dikhta...
Agastya Kapoor crying... crying... doesn't look good at all...
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