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The bass was a physical thing, a deep thrum that vibrated the stem of my cocktail glass and echoed in my bones. Gigi leaned in to shout something, her words lost to the roar. Two years. The air in the packed London club still felt thick with the ghost of him. I watched condensation trace a path down my glass, a fleeting distraction. Then, across the sea of dancing bodies, a familiar silhouette resolved from the strobe-lit haze. Jude Bellingham. And curled against him, all gleaming smile and casual touch, was Azra Mian. The glass froze halfway to my lips. The neon lights streaked across my vision, and the past didn't just rush back—it slammed into me, breathless and brutal.