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