The morning sun streamed through the expansive glass walls of the Grecian penthouse, but inside the bedroom, the atmosphere shifted sharply from domestic subjugation to a cold, calculated game of retaliation.
Priyasha woke up sluggish and heavy-limbed, her muscles aching deeply from the lingering effects of the previous day's chemical sedation and the brutal hours spent freezing in the ice-filled tub. She blinked against the bright light, shifting her gaze to the side of the king-sized bed where Advay lay fast asleep, his usually guarded features relaxed in deep slumber.
Never had tiramisu , nor drank monster . It's something I would I love purchase from my own money tbh . I'm not poor . I have strict parents nothing else . I walk almost 4km daily for school and coaching. I don't even have 20 rupees lol . I'm not begging but I'd use your love in monetary form with a lot of love ðŸ˜ðŸ«¶
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