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79. Feeling better now, actually.
As Rahi reminisced about her past experiences with Samay, a shiver ran down her spine. The memories of that dark and chilling night haunted her, the touch of Samay's hands lingering over her body, and the echoes of his laughter resounding in her ears. It was Anant who had come to her rescue that night, whisking her away from the clutches of despair. Anant, the pillar of support in Rahi's life, always stood by her side whenever she found herself in trouble during her time in London. When Samay had abused her in a state of intoxication, Anant had pulled her away from that harrowing situation. The mere thought of it brought a surge of anger to Anant's eyes, as if he wanted to consume everything in his path. Rahi grabbed her mobile phone and played a video of that fateful night at the club.
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