After ending the call, Chirag stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. His face was flushed with anger, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. He couldn't believe what had just happened—the one person he never expected to hear from again, the woman he hated the most, had called him.
His mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, anger, confusion. After all these years, she had the nerve to reach out as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't abandoned them without a second thought. The sound of her voice, once so comforting, now felt like poison in his ears.
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