
Atharva’s breath hitched as he pulled away from Ruhani’s forehead, his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum. The room was thick with the scent of their sweat and sex, the air heavy with the aftermath of their raw, unbridled passion.

Atharva’s breath hitched as he pulled away from Ruhani’s forehead, his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum. The room was thick with the scent of their sweat and sex, the air heavy with the aftermath of their raw, unbridled passion.
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