The rest of the day passed in a blur, but not the kind that came from being busy—the kind that came from thinking too much. Aarohi sat at her desk, staring at her screen, rereading the same email for the fifth time without actually processing a single word. Her mind wasn’t on work. It was stuck in that room. On his voice. On what he said.
Thinking you’re not already involved.
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