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16. Beneath the Silence

The café was a perfect blend of warmth and nostalgia—dim yellow lights, wooden interiors, the clinking of ceramic cups, and the soft rhythm of acoustic music filling the space.

Anvika and Rishav were seated in their favorite secluded corner, the one they used to frequent back in college.

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