
Author's POV
Morning sun streamed in from behind the thick curtains of the safehouse, a dull light that fell on the room where Khyaati and Madhav had slept pinned together in their toxic game of dominance and desire.
Author's POV
Morning sun streamed in from behind the thick curtains of the safehouse, a dull light that fell on the room where Khyaati and Madhav had slept pinned together in their toxic game of dominance and desire.
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