The heavy door of Ayaan’s room clicked shut, sealing him and Khushi away from the chaos of the mansion. The moonlight filtered through the large windows, casting a silver glow over the room. Ayaan stepped closer, his presence commanding and magnetic. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of Khushi’s jaw before tangling his fingers into her long hair.
"Finally," he whispered, his voice a low vibration that made her heart skip a beat. "A moment of peace."
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