Ritika was still trembling in Darsh’s arms, her tears soaking into his shirt as he gently rubbed her back, whispering quiet reassurances. Across the room, Akash was moving around, offering tea to everyone, trying to bring a semblance of normalcy to the moment.
"Why are you all crying like this?" Akash finally spoke, his voice firm yet soft. "We have to meet Arav bhaiya in a few minutes. If he sees everyone like this, what will he feel?"
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