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Tere sadke sab main waareya

VANYA'S POV-

The soft hum of water still echoed faintly in my ears as I stepped out of the washroom, my hair damp and falling loosely over my shoulders. The scent of soap and jasmine lingered on my skin, but it couldn't wash away the heaviness in my chest. My eyes still burned, the faint redness betraying the tears I had cried and the ones I hadn't yet.

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Author Anaya

Stories that blush, break, and breathe like people do🫀🫣🌝