Chapter 20
Aadhya stirred awake to an unusual silence. Her eyes fluttered open to the softest kiss pressed gently on her forehead. Rudra’s scent—deep, intense, and unmistakably his—wrapped around her like a warm cocoon. She blinked, trying to sit up, but a large, warm palm pressed firmly yet gently on her shoulder.
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