THE ROYAL TRIPLETS FINDING THEIR SOULMATES
Zahir shifted uncomfortably but kept his cool.
Zada smirked and tugged on his sleeve, pulling him a little aside.
“Oh, really? Let me see, bro,” she said, her voice playful but firm. She grabbed his chin and tilted his head, revealing the unmistakable bruise-like marks. Her eyes widened as realisation dawned. “Oh my god… Zahir, are these hickeys?”
“So what if they are? You are acting like I have never had a hickey before.” Zahir froze for a split second but quickly recovered, his grin turning cocky. Zian snorted, leaning in closer to inspect Zahir’s neck.
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