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Ekansh sat on the cold steel chair, his head hanging low, his body motionless. His shirt was stained with blood—Riddhaan’s blood. His hands trembled in his lap, still sticky from trying to stop the bleeding, from holding his bhai and begging him not to close his eyes. But Riddhaan had gone limp in his arms, and that moment kept replaying in Ekansh’s mind over and over like a cruel nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.