The morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, soft and golden, falling over the tangled sheets.
Richa lay still, her head resting against Aryaman’s bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For a moment, she forgot everything—the force, the anger, the chaos that had brought her here.
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