The violet sky casts a final glimpse of neon blue and orange before bidding the sun goodbye, leaving behind splinters of light to dance over the sleepy streets of France. Just as I stand next to my luggage, Nirali appears, a vision of grace and kindness. "Grateful for hospitality, Nirali," I murmur, accepting the black luggage from her outstretched hands. As I sigh, feeling the overwhelming fatigue of travel, Nirali reaches out to me with concern. But I shy away from her touch, recoiling from human contact.Her expression twisted in a dance of embarrassment at her forgetfulness. "I’m sorry," she stammered. "Abel mentioned your aversion to touch and yet here I am." I tried to muster a smile, weak as it may be. "No need to apologise."I scooped up my baggage and sauntered towards my car. Suddenly, a voice broke through the air like a warm ray of sunshine. "Irena," Nirali called out, her gaze brimming with tenderness. "If you need anything at all, just give me a ring. Anything, okay?" H
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