It was almost 10 PM. I was sitting on the bed, brushing out my hair and slowly braiding it down my back. The night felt unusually quiet.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the side table.
I turned my head, wiping my hands to clothes as I walked over to pick it up. But before I could reach
He got there first.
Karan picked up the phone, casually glancing at the screen.
His jaw tightened.
"Ayden," he read out loud. His voice low. Dark. Sharp enough to cut.
My heart stopped.
"He's just a classmate," I said quickly, trying to sound calm. "Maybe he wants to talk about our group presentation. It's scheduled day after tomorrow."
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