
Morning light spilled gently through the curtains as Rudra stood near the mirror, already dressed in his charcoal suit. He looked every bit the man the world feared—sharp, composed, untouchable.
Except with her.

Morning light spilled gently through the curtains as Rudra stood near the mirror, already dressed in his charcoal suit. He looked every bit the man the world feared—sharp, composed, untouchable.
Except with her.
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