YUVAN
The silence of the room was heavy, smelling faintly of the antiseptic Abhishek had used to dress my wound. I sat frozen against the headboard, the rhythmic jingle of my anklet the only sound in the vacuum Rudransh had left behind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blur of the warehouse—the grit, the cold, and then the sickening crack of the gun hitting my skull.
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