It was a chilly winter morning, and the cold had settled comfortably in the atmosphere. The alarm in Vatsal's room buzzed again and again, but he buried his head deeper into the pillow, covering his ears in defiance.
Pranjal, already packed and ready, entered the room. Spotting his brother’s unmoving figure, he sprawled on the bed, he muttered, "Iska kuch nahi ho sakta." Without hesitation, he flipped the fan on at full speed.
[“Nothing can be done, about him.”]
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