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3.Storms We Choose

The next morning was quiet. Sunlight spilled over Akshayโ€™s wrinkled sheets, filling the room with a golden hue. Arav lay still, feeling Akshayโ€™s warmth on his skin, but the chaos in his chest was louder than before.

Their bodies had revealed truths their mouths still feared.

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