Ram’s POV
Her warmth was the only thing keeping me standing. My head was spinning, but the moment she pressed against me, steadying me, I knew one thing—she was real. She was here. And I wasn’t letting her go.
Ram’s POV
Her warmth was the only thing keeping me standing. My head was spinning, but the moment she pressed against me, steadying me, I knew one thing—she was real. She was here. And I wasn’t letting her go.
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