
The car cruised down the highway, its tires humming softly against the smooth asphalt. Aayansh had one hand on the steering wheel, his sharp eyes fixed on the road ahead. The early morning sun bathed the landscape in golden hues, but the atmosphere inside the car was anything but warm. Ishanvi sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with her dupatta, stealing glances at him now and then.



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