“Bhai jaan…” I whispered, my voice carrying a quiet urgency as my eyes fell on him lying flat against the cold stone floor, one hand pressed to his forehead as if the pain there had become a constant companion he no longer fought, only endured.
At the sound of my voice, his gaze shifted toward me, slow and heavy, yet aware enough to recognize me instantly. There was exhaustion in his eyes, but something else too, something restrained, as if he was holding himself back from reacting the way he once would have.
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