They stepped out of the station together, the tension trailing them like a shadow that refused to loosen its grip. Ethan’s hand wrapped tightly around Aria’s own, his grip firm, almost possessive, like if he let go for even a second, she would disappear again. His thumb brushed against her knuckles unconsciously, a silent reassurance more for himself than for her. Behind them, Devi walked with a calm posture, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit since the scene inside, instead, it burned brighter now. Mr. Sharma, a few steps away, kept glancing at her, his expression unreadable, part concern, part calculation, part something else no one could quite place. When they finally reached Ethan’s car, he let go of Aria’s hand only long enough to rush ahead and open the passenger door for her. “Get in my love,” he murmured softly. Aria didn’t argue. She slid into the seat, exhaustion written all over her face, her movements
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