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The car cut smoothly through the night, headlights slicing the darkness.
Prisha held the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, while Vedant sat silently beside her in the passenger seat, still staring out the window—his thoughts tangled with everything that had happened, especially the awkward closeness in the wardrobe.
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