The night sky wept silently, as if mourning with her.
Under the pale silver moon, Rooh Thakur sat by her window, the soft breeze brushing past her tear-stained cheeks. She whispered into the darkness,
"Papa... I wish you were here."
It was her twenty-second birthday - yet she felt more alone than ever. The world outside slept peacefully, but her heart carried the ache of a thousand unspoken words.
On the other side of the city, Vidyut Suryawanshi stood before the mirror, fixing his cufflinks with the precision of a man who felt nothing. The name everyone feared - ruthless, cold, untouchable. But behind that calm, his soul burned in silence.
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