Chapter 7
“He has no right to be here!” The words were like a prick to the old wounds of everyone sitting there. Aksh’s lip curled into a faint smirk, but there was no humor in it. “You’re right,” he said coolly, stepping away from Bhavya and moving toward the corner of the room. “I have no right to be here.” his gaze flickered towards Devansh for a moment, “ I’m just a guest for a few months. I’m here for Bhavya… no one else.” His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken pain and anger.
For the Flame to Burn, It Needs a Spark These words—these poems, musings, echoes of soul—they are pieces of me, offered to the void. If they’ve ever stirred something in you, made silence feel understood or chaos feel poetic… Then let your support be the wind beneath this fire. A small gesture. A mighty impact. Because art survives on love—and the occasional coffee. ☕✨
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