Days turned into weeks. Ashar couldn't leave the perimeter of Aanya’s room, but he became her safest space. While the world outside judged and exhausted her, Ashar just listened. He would sit across her cluttered desk while she studied, watching her with pure fascination. He couldn’t eat her food or touch her world, but whenever she cried, the air around her would grow warm, like a gentle, invisible hug. Aanya realized she was falling for someone who didn’t even belong to her world. It was ordinary moments turned extraordinary by an impossible presence.
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