It began with a cough. Then two. Then an uncharacteristic clatter of a dropped glass.
Aanya turned from the sink to see Arjun leaning against the wall, his hand at his temple, his face pale and damp with sweat.
It began with a cough. Then two. Then an uncharacteristic clatter of a dropped glass.
Aanya turned from the sink to see Arjun leaning against the wall, his hand at his temple, his face pale and damp with sweat.
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