Three days pass.
Rudra remains distant—his words clipped, his gaze guarded, anger still sitting heavy in his chest.
But not once does his care falter.
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57| A Father's Whisper
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Three days pass.
Rudra remains distant—his words clipped, his gaze guarded, anger still sitting heavy in his chest.
But not once does his care falter.
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