Back at the shattered mansion, Shivansh laid Nitya gently onto his bed—dark sheets, soft velvet, smelling faintly of smoke and winter.
It felt like stepping into his heart.
Back at the shattered mansion, Shivansh laid Nitya gently onto his bed—dark sheets, soft velvet, smelling faintly of smoke and winter.
It felt like stepping into his heart.
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