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Amidst the swirling dance floor, Dastan and Noori moved with an intimacy that drew the attention of onlookers. Their proximity was so close that bystanders felt a pang of discomfort, unsure whether to avert their gaze or continue watching the captivating scene unfold. The way the two locked eyes and communicated without words left the crowd puzzled. Weren't they supposed to despise each other? Especially Dastan, who had ample reasons to harbor animosity towards her. After all, she was no ordinary criminal; she was a murderer of the highest order.
Noori awaited his response with bated breath, sensing his internal struggle. It was evident to her that he found it difficult to admit his need for help. "I don't understand what you are talking about," he finally spoke, his tone defensive. In response, she twirled away from him in the dance, momentarily breaking their connection, only to draw closer again in a back hug.