Nishtha hugged me after so long. Her arms around me felt warm and familiar, but they also carried a trembling fear. For a moment, I couldn't believe it—was this the same Nishtha who had humiliated me so harshly, made me feel so small and unwanted? If she hated me so much, why did she now cling to me as though I was the only thing grounding her?
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