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Rahi placed her purse on the table, preparing to leave. Anant's gaze lingered on her slender back, hesitant about calling out to her. Why did it feel so strange to say her name? Her name felt like a thorn piercing his heart. "Where are you going?" he asked coldly, just as Rahi reached for the study room door. She turned back, offering him a gentle smile. "I'm going to change. Do you need anything?" she asked, her lips curved in kindness. Anant, caught off guard by her beauty, momentarily forgot his agitation and furrowed his brow. "What's wrong?" Rahi sensed his uneasy emotions and approached him. "Are you feeling unwell?" she casually placed her palm on his forehead. In that instant, he jerked her arm away with irritation and turned his wheelchair around. Rahi stood frozen in s