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Feelings Unacknowledged

Author: Kriti yadav
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-01-17 20:16:49
Mila's POV

Arine’s grip on my hand was firm, his fingers wrapped around mine with a determination that left no room for argument.I had tried—more than once—to pull free, insisting that I didn’t need his help, but his quiet, stubborn resolve always won. After a few futile attempts, I sighed in resignation.Eventually, I stopped resisting.

We walked in silence, but my thoughts were anything but quiet. Tomorrow loomed over me like a storm cloud. Every day brought a new challenge, another hurdle I had to overcome for my baby. Would it ever get easier? Or was this constant fight my new reality?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see it coming until I bumped into something solid. Startled, I stumbled slightly,My head jerked up, and I found myself staring at Arine’s chest.

I blinked, startled, and slowly raised my eyes to meet his. His expression caught me off guard. He was looking at me with an intensity I couldn’t quite name—something sharp and layered, like he was holding back a tid
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