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68 Need his arms
Anant's eyes remained cold, yet his heart constricted as if under pressure. The unfamiliar emotions welling up inside him left him perplexed. He fought against his instincts, inching closer to the bed. With his hand outstretched, he hesitated, unsure whether he should touch her. Panicking, he withdrew his hand and took a deep breath, gripping the arms of the wheelchair tightly. His gaze fixed on her back, he mustered all his strength to move towards the edge of the bed, but his legs betrayed him. They refused to obey, rendering him helpless. He made another attempt, straining his body to reach the bed, and finally managed to sit upon it. His trembling legs bore witness to the effort expended. Opening his eyes, he gazed tenderly at Rahi, who stared back at him, stunned by his unexpected mov
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