
The familiar walls of my apartment felt strange—too quiet, too still. I had moved back three days, claiming I needed space, but the truth was simpler: I was running.
Ishaan had vanished. No goodbye, no explanation. Ishir had offhandedly mentioned Russia, but for me, it was just another cold reminder that in his world, I was a fragile thing to be protected or discarded whenever it suited the mission.

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