The master bedroom was swallowed by the heavy, golden warmth of the morning sun. Devansh, the unyielding ACP whose very name struck terror into the hearts of criminals, lay completely defenseless on the bed.
Sprawled out like an exhausted panda, his breathing was deep and rhythmic, his mouth parted just a fraction. The sharp, tense lines that usually carved his face had completely melted away into sleep.



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