The victory felt hollow, but it wasn't because of its weight. It was because of Surya's condition. My triumph, earned after a hard-fought match, was tainted by the sight of Tara and Gagan.
My mind raced. Tara never went anywhere without telling me. We had a pact since we were kids, a silent agreement to always be honest with each other. Yet here she was, in a car with a man we barely knew, and she hadn't said a word. The look on her face, a blank slate, told me that something was wrong. Gagan's forced casualness, a strained smile that didn't reach his eyes, only confirmed my suspicions.
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