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Aashvika's gaze fell upon Krishnaa, lying lazily on the bed, her porcelain skin marred by red allergy marks. The vibrant hue of the marks stood out against Krishnaa's pale complexion, a stark reminder of her fragile health. Krishnaa's eyes met Aashvika's, and she sighed, hastily covering her face with her hands, as if shielding herself from the world.

"Krishnaa, what's going on?" Aashvika asked, concern etched on her face, her voice laced with worry. She rushed to Krishnaa's side, sitting beside her, her eyes scanning Krishnaa's face for any signs of improvement. The sight before her was unsettling, a stark contrast to Krishnaa's usual radiance.

Aarushi intervened, sighing audibly, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "She's been ignoring my warnings, straining herself," Aarushi explained, her eyes narrowing at Krishnaa, who looked sheepish.

Krishnaa peeked through her fingers, a sheepish grin spreading across her face, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "I was just checking my phone," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aarushi swiftly snatched the phone from Krishnaa's hand, her movements swift and decisive. "You know better than to overexert yourself," Aarushi scolded, her tone firm but gentle.

Aashvika's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. "What's happening, Krishnaa? Why are you...like this?" she asked, her voice filled with empathy.

Krishnaa's expression turned serious, and she slowly removed her hands from her face, revealing the full extent of the red marks. The sight was jarring, a harsh reminder of Krishnaa's vulnerability.

"I...I don't know," Krishnaa admitted, frustration creeping into her voice, her words laced with desperation. "Just some allergic reactions"

Aarushi stepped forward, khichdi in hand, her expression softening. "Eat something, Krishnaa. You need your strength," she coaxed, her voice gentle.

Aashvika nodded in agreement, her eyes locked on Krishnaa's. "We'll figure this out, Krishnaa. Together," she promised, her voice filled with determination.

Krishnaa's gaze drifted between Aashvika and Aarushi, gratitude flickering in her eyes. "Thanks, guys...," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The tension in the room palpably shifted, concern and support replacing uncertainty. The three women formed a united front, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their bond strengthened by Krishnaa's vulnerability.

Aarushi and Krishnaa exchanged a concerned glance, their attention drawn to Aashvika's distressed expression. Aarushi's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed, as she sensed the depth of Aashvika's sorrow. The air seemed to thicken with unspoken emotions.

"Aashvika, what's wrong?" Aarushi asked gently, her voice softening to a whisper. Her words hung in the air, inviting Aashvika to share her burden.

Krishnaa's gaze followed Aarushi's, her eyes filled with empathy. Yet, she remained silent, her thoughts hidden behind a veil of concern. Her stillness was palpable.

Aashvika's eyes dropped, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her emotions. The vulnerability in her eyes was heartbreaking. "It's just...Ekansh," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Aarushi's expression turned understanding, her eyes reflecting compassion. "What happened?" she coaxed, her voice gentle.

Aashvika's gaze lifted, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "He said he'll never love me," she confessed, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her sorrow.

Krishnaa's eyes closed, her face pale, as if the words had struck a chord within her. She remained silent, her thoughts hidden behind closed eyelids. Her stillness spoke volumes.

The room fell silent, the only sound Aashvika's quiet sobs. The weight of her sorrow was crushing, and the silence seemed to amplify it.

Aarushi enveloped Aashvika in a warm embrace, offering comfort. "We're here for you, Aashvika," she whispered.

Krishnaa's silence hung in the air like an unspoken promise. Though she didn't speak, her presence was a testament to her support.

Aashvika's tears flowed freely, her heart heavy with sorrow. In that moment, the three women formed an unbreakable bond, their shared struggles and tears forging an eternal connection.

As they stood there, wrapped in silence and sorrow, the world outside receded, leaving only the gentle warmth of friendship.

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Aashvika's body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her tears streaming down her face like a river of despair. The weight of her sorrow was crushing, threatening to consume her entire being. She felt lost, trapped in a life that seemed to suffocate her, leaving her gasping for air.

"Why did this happen to me?" she wailed, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her sorrow. The words echoed through the room, a heartbreaking lament that seemed to shake the very foundations of her existence. Her cries were a desperate plea for answers, for a glimpse of hope in a world that seemed determined to crush her.

Aarushi's arms tightened around her, holding her close as she wept. The warmth of her embrace offered a semblance of comfort, but Aashvika's pain ran too deep. "Shh, Aashvika, don't cry," Aarushi whispered, her voice soft and soothing, a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

But Aashvika couldn't stop. The dam had burst, releasing years of pent-up emotions. The tears flowed freely, a torrent of grief that seemed to wash away her very identity. "Ekansh doesn't love me," she sobbed, the words tearing at her soul like a dagger.

Krishnaa's eyes remained closed, her face pale, but her presence offered silent support. She stood as a testament to the power of friendship, a steady rock in the turbulent sea of Aashvika's emotions.

Aashvika's cries echoed through the room, a haunting melody that seemed to reverberate through every cell of her being. "Why did I marry him?" she wailed, the question hanging in the air like a challenge to the universe.

Aarushi's hold on her tightened. "You didn't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of Aashvika's sorrow.

Aashvika's tears flowed on, a torrent of grief that seemed to consume her entire being. "What's my fault?" she sobbed, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her despair.

Krishnaa's eyes flickered open, her gaze locked on Aashvika. "Nothing, Aashvika," Krishnaa whispered, her voice soft.

But Aashvika couldn't hear. Her sorrow consumed her, a vortex of pain that seemed to suck her under. In that moment, Aashvika felt shattered, her dreams and hopes reduced to dust.

Her cries slowly subsided, replaced by exhausted silence. The three women stood there, wrapped in sorrow, bound by an unspoken promise.

They knew that life would never be the same. Aashvika's tears had washed away her illusions, leaving her staring at the harsh reality of her existence.

Reality stared her in the face, cold and unforgiving. And she knew she had to face it, no matter how painful.

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