Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty.

Jhanvi set the last stitch, cleaned the ragged wound, and worked quickly to staunch the bleeding.

Shaurya’s eyes slid shut for a moment, lashes trembling. He breathed through it.

She sighed once, tired, exasperated, with a hint of pity, and continued to dress him, smoothing bandages effortlessly.

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