As the echo of the fireworks faded and the vibrant energy of the party began to settle, Pragya stood on the rooftop, the chill of the night air mingling with the warmth of unresolved emotions. She watched as Abhi and Kiran moved to a secluded corner, their voices low and urgent, her heart twisting with a mix of jealousy and concern.
“Do you think she’s here for business or pleasure?” Isha leaned against the railing beside her, sipping a drink, her brow furrowed.
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