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The sound of rushing footsteps and beeping monitors filled the air of Advik’s private hospital, but none of them were as loud as the thunderstorm brewing inside Yash Mehta’s heart. His shirt was stained in blood—her blood.

The sound of rushing footsteps and beeping monitors filled the air of Advik’s private hospital, but none of them were as loud as the thunderstorm brewing inside Yash Mehta’s heart. His shirt was stained in blood—her blood.

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