I got used to this mew life of mine. Everything else was routinely. One day I was walking through the crowded market in my usual red saree, the soft fabric hugging my curves as the pallu rested over my shoulder. The blouse pressed against my breasts with every step.
I spotted Aayan near a quiet corner and rushed over, pressing my chest against his strong back in a tight hug. My heart raced until I saw the young girl standing with him.
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