Mukta POV
We were still pressed close on the couch, hearts pounding, breaths mingling. The warmth between us was intoxicating — not just from the closeness, but from emotions we’d kept bottled up for months.
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Mukta POV
We were still pressed close on the couch, hearts pounding, breaths mingling. The warmth between us was intoxicating — not just from the closeness, but from emotions we’d kept bottled up for months.
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