
Aadhira stood by the bed folding his shirts with precision and placing them neatly into his suitcase. Her movements were methodical almost robotic but her eyes gave her away. They were clouded with unshed tears her lips pressed into a thin line as if holding back a flood of emotions.Â
He leaned against the doorframe watching her. The quiet rustle of fabric filled the room but her silence felt louder than anything he had ever heard.
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