As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of Chandni Chowk, Adhira and Arjun settled into a cozy corner of the café. The clinking of cups and soft chatter of patrons around them faded into a comforting background hum, allowing their world to shrink to just the two of them.
Adhira stirred her coffee, her mind racing with the implications of Arjun’s possessiveness. "You know, I can take care of myself, Arjun," she said, attempting to mask the tremor in her voice with a feigned nonchalance. "I don’t need someone fussing over me all the time."
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