
hours turned into days and vridha still hadn't once opened her eyes, her face had turned pale and her heartbeats dropped and increased time to time , but the only thing that was consistent in this hustle of life and death was him.

hours turned into days and vridha still hadn't once opened her eyes, her face had turned pale and her heartbeats dropped and increased time to time , but the only thing that was consistent in this hustle of life and death was him.
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