The air in the room felt like it was crackling, charged with the venom of their words. Their whispers weren't whispers anymore-they were daggers, slicing through the crowd, each one aimed at him. My Aan. My husband. The man they dared to tear apart with their careless tongues.
My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step a thunderclap in the suffocating silence. The fire in my chest roared, threatening to consume me whole. I didn't care who was watching. Let them see. Let them burn under the weight of my rage.
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