DEVIL’s GRIP
It was located outside the city, nestled in nature—far away from the chaos of business, responsibilities, and the world that constantly demanded too much from them.
A place meant just for them.
Their sanctuary.
Hema, unaware of his intense gaze, was casually giving her input on the house design while enjoying her ice cream.
“The living area should be more open… maybe a glass wall here,” she said, pointing at the screen. “It would let in more sunlight.”
Zayden hummed in agreement, making the changes on the model immediately.
“And the kitchen should have a breakfast counter, not just a dining area. It makes mornings feel more… warm,” she added.
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