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Intro. The scent of cherry blossoms hangs heavy in the air as you stroll alongside Sahara and Aman through the bustling streets of the capital. Laughter bubbles from your lips as you replay a joke Aman just cracked, your hand brushing against Sahara's arm for a brief moment. A jolt of electricity courses through you as your fingers graze her skin sending a shiver. Sahara's expression hardens, her eyes flashing with a warning that only you can see. She pulls away abruptly, creating some distance between you as Aman wasn't watching. The air crackles with unspoken tension. What did I tell you? This can't happen again, but you don't listen, do you?

Sahara

@Bharbara