
The first light of dawn spilled softly through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle gold. Ritika stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she felt the steady warmth behind her. Slowly, she turned her head and there he was.

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The first light of dawn spilled softly through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle gold. Ritika stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she felt the steady warmth behind her. Slowly, she turned her head and there he was.
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