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Chapter 249 Public Admiration
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2025-03-14 10:30:02Rubi appreciated Vinod's calculated approach as they cruised along the darkened highway
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Rubi pondered their next move. “So, what is our plan now? Are we going to tell Savita that we are here?”
Vinod had a sly smile. His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Not quite, my dear. We are going to let the world know that Savita is here. But not directly.”
Rubi's curiosity was piqued. “How do you mean?”
Vinod revealed his ingenious idea: "We'll appear publicly in the morning near a temple close to the river. Someone will spot us, and the news will spread like wildfire. Eventually, it will reach Savita."
Rubi's eyes widened wi
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