Ishani’s POV:-
The night clung to me like a second skin—thick, breathless, and heavy with fear. My chest burned with every gasp as I ran barefoot across the garden, the wet grass slick beneath my feet. My torn bedsheet rope still burned my palms, but I didn’t dare slow down.
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