Neelima woke to the first thin rays of sunlight filtering through the cotton curtains.
Her heart was still tangled in the memory of Aaditya Singh’s visit. Even now the low echo of his voice, the quiet weight of his gaze, and the way he had looked at her made her stomach flutter with something she did not yet have a name for.
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