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The atmosphere inside the cabin had shifted into something far more delicate than before. The silence wasn’t empty anymore—it was filled with unspoken emotions, with hesitation, with a strange kind of closeness that neither of them fully understood yet. Srishti stood there, wrapped in a mix of embarrassment, discomfort, and pain, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of her dupatta as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.