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In the dimly lit evening, the air carried a subtle chill as Kriti walked alone along the quiet sidewalk. Lost in her thoughts, tears streaming down her face, she absentmindedly moved forward, her steps disjointed. After what felt like an eternity of wandering, she found herself standing near the bus stop, the very spot where she had first encountered him years ago. The memory of their initial meeting flooded her mind, vividly recalling how passionately he had reacted, swiftly whisking her away in his car. As she glanced across the road where his car had been parked, the scene played out in her memory, forever etched as a cherished moment. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, Kriti finally took a seat on the bus stop bench, her gaze still fixed on the opposite side of the street. Then, unex