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CHAPTER NO 10

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Nandini crawled backward, her spine pressing into the carved wooden headboard as if she could dissolve into it. Her fingers clutched the edge of the bedsheet, knuckles white. Then she saw him, Vikram, reaching for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric fell away, revealing a torso carved from hard muscle and darker intentions. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths.

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Ettexane

Started as a fun and here I go disturbing your sleep schedule.