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Simri couldn’t breathe.Her fingers were still wrapped around Kabir’s wrist, and yet her mind refused to accept what her senses were screaming.He was warm.Not like before—not like those fragile, fleeting dreams where everything dissolved the moment she woke up. This… this was real. She could feel the steady pulse beneath his skin, the faint tremble in his breath, the way his fingers slowly curled around hers as if he was afraid she might disappear.“Simri…” Kabir whispered, his voice no longer echoing like a distant memory, but grounded—right here, in this moment.Her throat tightened. “H-how…?”Kabir didn’t answer immediately. His eyes—those deep,