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Shivansh, with a faint smirk tugging at his lips, had just used Prisha's phone to send a quick message to Vanshika. As soon as it was done, the constant buzzing finally stopped, leaving the room wrapped in a calm, fragile silence. Yet, even without the phone's disturbance, Prisha wasn't asleep. She lay curled on her bed like a small, delicate teddy bear, her knees pulled close, her own arms holding her as if she were the only one she could rely on. The warm glow from the bedside lamp painted her face in soft gold, catching the flutter of her lashes as her lips moved in barely-there whispers. Shivansh tilted his head, his brows drawing together. He couldn't make out a word, but something about the way her voice trembled made his chest tighten. Quietly, he leaned closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, his face hovering just inches from hers.