Pranjal, soaked to the skin, took a quiet exit with Palak. They could sense the tension in the air, and the once-crowded class was now eerily empty, leaving only Manya and Adhvik behind.
Adhvik stood, fury blazing in his eyes, his wet hair dripping water down his face. He stepped towards Manya, each footstep echoing in the silence. Manya, feeling the weight of guilt for the words she'd hurled at him earlier, stood frozen in place.
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