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CHAPTER - 40

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"Was it about someone else?" The question escaped him before he could stop it, and he hated how vulnerable it made him sound. "Is that what this is about? Someone from your past?"

She shook her head quickly, almost frantically, and he felt a relief he didn't want to acknowledge.

Avyaan felt a strange twist in his chest, a combination of emotions he couldn't quite name. Her words, her sudden happiness, the way she had hugged him as if she had finally found peace after a long struggle—it was all too much, and yet, somehow not enough to help him understand what was happening in his own home, in his own marriage.

He sat down beside her on the bed, careful to maintain some distance but close enough that he could study her face. "Aradhya," he said, and her name sounded different coming from his lips now, softer somehow, more intimate. "Talk to me. Please."

She looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment he thought she might actually speak. Her lips parted, and he leaned for
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    đŸ©· ✹ The girl took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to reveal everything she knew. "A letter appeared at my house one day, slipped under the door while I was taking care of my mother. It gave me an address and told me to go there if I wanted to earn enough money to pay for her treatment.""And you just went?" Avyaan asked, his tone skeptical."When your mother is dying and you have no other options, you take whatever chances you can get," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of desperate circumstances."Continue," he ordered."The address led me to an old garage on the outskirts of the city. When I got there, I found another letter attached to a tree nearby. This one contained more specific instructions and another address."She paused, remembering the sequence of events that had led her to this moment. "I followed the instructions to the second location, which turned out to be an abandoned building. Inside, I found a bag full of money—more than I had ever seen in my

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