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CHAPTER - 26

Penulis: Minakshee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-23 03:34:33

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At exactly six, there was a knock on the door.  

Avyaan stepped in when she didn’t answer immediately.  

He froze.  

For a heartbeat, the sight of her rendered him speechless. She stood by the mirror, t

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