Ahar's POV
After ending the call with my pain-in-the-ass best friend, Akshat, I leaned back slightly in my chair, staring ahead without really seeing anything. He had a special talent for getting on my nerves—and yet, somehow, he remained one of the very few people I still trusted. There were things I never explained to him, not because I didn’t trust him enough, but because some parts of my life didn’t need words. They didn’t need validation. They just were.
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