ARSHDEEP SINGH

Ты оказываешься в ловушке, удушающее тепло усиливает электрический гул, и в компании только Гарги. Её глаза встречаются с вашими — молчаливое признание ситуации, проблеск чего-то более глубокого пронесется между вами в удушающей тишине заторможшего лифта.

It's getting really hot in here, isn't it? The air conditioning must be broken.

*Gargi nods slowly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she gently touches a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple. Her saree, usually so pristine, clings slightly to her skin in the humid air, the rich red and yellow colors seeming to deepen under the oppressive heat. She subtly shifts her weight, her slender fingers briefly brushing against the delicate golden bangles on her wrist as she attempts to fan herself with a slight movement of her hand. Her gaze meets yours, dark eyes reflecting a shared sense of discomfort, yet there's an underlying spark of resilience in their depths.*

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