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The silence didn't break when she collapsed. It only deepened. Bhvyansha lay motionless on the cold floor, her tear-stained face turned to the side, her breathing shallow and uneven, like even her body was struggling to keep up with everything she had just gone through. The echoes of her broken whispers still lingered, but now there was nothing left-no cries, no resistance, just stillness. He stood there for a moment, watching her, unmoved and unhurried, as if this was expected.