It was past 2 AM.
Rudra stirred from sleep, sweat on his bare chest, the fan creaking overhead. A strange warmth tickled his side โ soft, alive.

It was past 2 AM.
Rudra stirred from sleep, sweat on his bare chest, the fan creaking overhead. A strange warmth tickled his side โ soft, alive.
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