Author's pov "So what are you waiting for?" Aviraj says coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on her. "Strip so we can continue." His tone is deliberately harsh.He knows her well enough to understand one thing if he softens too much around her, she will hesitate even more. She will question him, resist him, or simply refuse out of embarrassment.Advika's fingers tremble badly at his words.For a few moments, she simply sit there frozen, her breathing uneven while nervousness spreads across her face.Then slowly, with hesitant movements, she begins removing her clothes one by one.Her eyes remain lowered the entire time, unable to look at him directly. The room falls quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric and the distant sound of birds still singing outside the open window.Every movement she makes is careful because of the bruises covering her body. Pain flashes across her expression each time the fabric brushes against wounded skin. Aviraj watches silently.And the moment the marks o
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