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my fists clenched, my anger radiating through every fiber of my being. The knowledge that Aanya, Mia's best friend, was the one who had taken her life fi

ing myself to look at Hridhan. To meet his gaze would mean facing the raw pain

million pieces as I rushed to the scene. Every step felt like an eternity, goosebumps running down my body, as I finally entered the room only to be greeted by the sight of her lifeless body lying on the ground. It was unimaginable. I couldn't believe that

mourning the loss of my beloved sister, our tears intermingling, and for a moment, we sought solace in each other's embrace. After what felt l

uld commit such a cold-blooded murder. The anger and grief coiled within me,

stabbed multiple times with the broken piece of the same bottle in her neck," I explained, my voice trembling with a mix

that it was Mia's closest friend who had committed this heinous act hit me like a wrecking ball. A fier

e devastated," I confessed, my voice filled with a seething anger. "She was escorted to the police station before I arrived, sparing her from facing my wrath. Perhap

ya murdered her simply because Mia had an affection for Aanya's boyfriend. Can you imagine the callousness and selfishness it ta

bowed, refusing to meet anyone's gaze, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of her actions. The evidence ag

sorrow and disbelief. "She sat there in silence, her eyes downcast, seemingly list

me details, lifting my head to meet Hridhan's gaze,

yes told a different story-a story of deep pain," I admitted, my voice wavering. "I don't know if it's re

resolution. The weight of it all bore down on me, and I buried my face in my palms, tears strea

reverberated through the space, a testament to the conflicting emotions tearing him apart. Witnessing him in such deep agony, my heart sank, and my own tears fell freely. I crossed the

o understand why it all happened. So, it's natural for meeting Aanya after all these years to stir up deep emotions within you. Allow yourself to feel those emotions and take the time to process them. However, we must remember that Aanya was proven guilty and sentenced to imprisonment by

ical reasoning shed light on the situation, reminding me to separate my personal feelings from the legal verd

onditionally, and even though his love was unrequited, it didn't diminish the intensity of his feelings. I couldn't h

ut he remained steadfast, never leaving my side, always offering a listening ear and unwavering support. His re

tood, still healing and concealing his pain behind a smile. My heart ach

gether, we could navigate the complexities of our emotions and unravel the mysteries of the past. I hel

bond forged through shared grief and unconditional support. The weight of the past had brought us together,