Nidhi stood in front of the washroom mirror, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her cheeks were a deep, flushed crimson—not just from the heat of the room, but from the heat of Devarsh’s touch.
She splashed ice-cold water on her face, the droplets clinging to her lashes, and took a long, steadying breath. She wasn't going to let him rattle her anymore.
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