As the day wore on, I knew it was nearing the time for her to leave. We were about to step out when I heard her call my name softly. “Vishal…” Her voice held a gentle tone, almost as if there was something left unsaid. I turned back to her, looking into her eyes, feeling the depth of whatever she was holding within. She looked at me, a hint of something vulnerable flickering in her gaze. “What happened?” I asked softly, taking a step closer. She shook her head slightly, muttering “Nothing,” but her eyes told a different story. As I turned to step out again, I heard her voice once more, stopping me. “Vishal…” Our eyes met again, and this time, the connection felt stronger. There was a tenderness, a depth in her gaze that pulled me in, making my heart ache in a sweet way. Her eyes held...
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