Siya couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight before her.
Rudra — her Rudra — sat there in her oversized white bathrobe, the fabric loosely hanging off his broad shoulders, the sleeves swallowing his hands, and yet somehow, he made it look sinfully good. The faint dampness in his hair caught the dim light, making him look both wild and devastatingly calm at once.
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