The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind her, Haseena leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. The warmth of Anubhav's embrace still lingered on her skin, and it terrified her.
She slowly walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her—disheveled hair, tired eyes, and a face caught between longing and fear.
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