Weeks drifted by, and I grew more accustomed to Dev's demanding schedule. The office atmosphere fluctuated between moments of calm and bursts of intense pressure, but I found a strange comfort in staying busy during those days. I glanced at my phone โ no messages, no calls. Was it truly over? Has Ankit forgotten about me? Did he even love me anymore? His behavior felt like encountering a shard of ice, one I desperately wanted to melt with my own warmth, yet it continued to wound me, and I felt incapable of pulling away. I was sinking deeper, clinging to a fading hope of things returning to how they once were. I knew the logic: if something hurts you, you should leave it behind. But what about the dreams I had woven with him?
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