Rudhran's pov
The wooden door creaked open. I stepped into the room, rain still clinging to my green shirt and soaked vesti. My hair dripped, my chest heaved, but my eyes—my eyes didn’t move. They were fixed on her.
Rudhran's pov
The wooden door creaked open. I stepped into the room, rain still clinging to my green shirt and soaked vesti. My hair dripped, my chest heaved, but my eyes—my eyes didn’t move. They were fixed on her.
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