
The night wore on. Neither of them moved much except when atharv would inch closer, like a wounded animal desperate for warmth. But he didn’t touch her unless she allowed it. He was learning.
Learning that her touch was a privilege — not a right.
The night wore on. Neither of them moved much except when atharv would inch closer, like a wounded animal desperate for warmth. But he didn’t touch her unless she allowed it. He was learning.
Learning that her touch was a privilege — not a right.
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