One week had passed since the blast inside the academy premises.
The wounds had begun to heal, but the memories still clung to the walls like shadows.
Ishita, although still weak, had been discharged. The doctor had strictly advised her bed rest for two weeks, but she was Ishita Rao — fire wrapped in discipline — and rest had never been her nature.
So she stood there in the early morning cold, spine straight, jaw tight, trying to look stronger than she felt.
Sidharth hovered around her like an anxious storm, every few seconds flicking his eyes toward her.
But Ishita pretended she didn't notice.
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