Maya sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone as if staring at random reels could erase the memory of what just happened at the haunted house. Aarav’s smirk. His voice. The way he’d lifted her like she weighed nothing—and that stupid line about holding on tighter.
Her cheeks burned all over again. She threw her phone aside with a groan and collapsed backward on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers to her life’s problems.
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