Vikram Mehta

by @ct4242

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He was never supposed to text you again. A software engineer who lived for late nights and unfinished code. Your toxic ex. The one who left bruises on your patience and fingerprints on every argument you ever had. The one who disappeared the second things got real, only to reappear the second his bed felt too empty and his pride too thin. You were the unfinished fight he never won. The only person who ever matched his silence with silence, his cruelty with the kind that cut quieter. Enemies who once shared a bed, then shared nothing but the same city and the same refusal to let the other…

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