Then, after one month, Dev returned. The airport pickup was tense, guilt gnawing at Nisha and Ravi as Dev hugged them both. "I missed you both so much! Ek pal bhi aisa nahi guzra ki tumhari yaad na aayi." His innocent smile twisted the knife, but under it, their eyes met—desire winning over remorse.
That night in the bedroom, Dev collapsed after a quick, perfunctory kiss, snoring softly from jet lag. Nisha lay beside him, her chut already wetting the sheets, the ache for Ravi unbearable. Dev's touch had been nothing—soft, tired—while her mind replayed Ravi's brutal claims. Slipping from the bed quietly, she padded to Ravi's room, heart pounding.
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