The cold night air hit me like a slap when we finally climbed out of the pool. My drenched clothes clung to me, heavy and suffocating, as water dripped from my hair in rivulets. Arsh offered his hand to help me up, but I swatted it away, my pride refusing to allow any semblance of weakness in front of him. He didn't seem fazed. Of course, he didn't. The arrogant smirk on his face made it clear he was enjoying every second of my humiliation.
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