Aarav
Zoya was already resting beside him, her head leaning against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. She had drifted off while he was still trying to make sense of the chaos. Her fingers clutched his shirt like a lifeline, as if the storm outside couldn't touch her as long as she was close to him.
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