Ayaansh's pov:đź–¤
After I helped her wear it, I stood up. But the moment I did, Inayaa threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. My hands found her waist. She was crying hysterically, and seeing her like this made my heart break. But then she spoke: "I love you, Ayaansh. I really do." Hearing that made me incredibly happy—I couldn’t even explain it in words. I finally managed to speak, "I love you too, jaan."
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