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It was 2:13 AM when Bikram’s thumb hovered over the keyboard. His phone screen glowed in the dark room, the cursor blinking on Facebook’s status box. He typed slowly, deliberately: Sent. : For the first time
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For a long minute, nothing happened. Then the tiny "Seen" appeared. Blue tick. Bikram’s heart stopped.