The sun had barely risen. The golden light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, painting the room in warmth and shadows.
Saanvi stirred, wrapped in the blanket, her body still humming from the memories of last night. Her cheeks turned pink as she recalled the way Aarav had touched her — with fire in his breath and reverence in his hands.
Show your support
💌 Support Me 🙏 I'm just getting started, with nothing but words and will. If my stories reach you — like, share, and help me grow. Every bit of support fuels the fire. Let’s rise together. 🔥
Write a comment ...