Next morning, Amrit entered Preeti's house, her gaze immediately finding Akshat, who was seated comfortably, talking with Vikram. She paused, surprised to see him there, her face lighting up with a small smile. Dressed in a soft baby pink suit, she carried a small aarti plate in her hands.
“Arre Amru, aa na!” Preeti exclaimed, excitedly beckoning her friend. At that, Akshat’s attention shifted toward Amrit, his expression softening as he watched her.
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