Vikramaditya pov.
The day passed like a storm I couldn’t outrun. At the hospital, I stitched wounds, delivered bad news, and kept my hands busy—but my mind... it wasn’t mine. It kept circling back to her.
Vikramaditya pov.
The day passed like a storm I couldn’t outrun. At the hospital, I stitched wounds, delivered bad news, and kept my hands busy—but my mind... it wasn’t mine. It kept circling back to her.
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