Aarav carried her through the tall, sunlit doorway of the master suite, his broad arms holding her securely against his chest. The plush white bath towel remained loosely tucked around Ananya’s shoulders, her damp, dark hair clinging to her bare neck and leaving tiny, shimmering water drops along the golden skin of her collarbones.
He walked with unhurried, steady grace, his bare feet making no sound against the rich hardwood floor. When he reached the grand rosewood bed, he didn't just toss her onto the mattress. Moving with exquisite, deliberate care, he leaned down and laid her back against the mountain of plush white pillows, adjusting the linen behind her so she rested comfortably in a semi-reclined position.







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