Vedant lay sprawled on the bed, one arm resting over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. The room felt unbearably quiet without her. He had never imagined that just two days without Vaidehi would feel like an eternity. And now five more days to go. He turned his head slightly, his eyes landing on her side of the bed—neatly made, untouched. It felt wrong.
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