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82. Have faith in me
Anant's wound was gradually healing, but he still had to work from home, limiting his attire to loose T-shirts due to the bandage on his left arm. He remained occupied in the study room throughout the day, dedicated to his work. Meals were delivered to him there, leaving Rahi to wonder how he could continue like a relentless machine, disregarding his own injury. With the house now quiet, she found solace in her artistic pursuits, often found dancing or engrossed in her drawings. One day, as she sat in front of her drawing board, creating a design with the vivid colors of her imagination, her eyes caught Anant's presence at the doorway. Their gazes intertwined, and Rahi's hands momentarily paused. Anant approached her, bridging the gap between them. "I’ll showcase your design at an event,
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