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Mishti's voice, barely a whisper, shattered the silence. "There's someone...else."

Kriti's breath hitched. "Someone...else?" The words hung heavy in the air, a sudden weight on the conversation. "Well, that's certainly...new information," she said, forcing a lightness that didn't quite reach her voice. "But moved on or not, both of you need to have this conversation."

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Chanchal Yadav

My words paint a world where memories resurface, both beautiful and haunting. It's up to you to decide if you want to reminisce or rewrite.