Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 18, ready to leave her mark. An alumna of a top Indian college...
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INAYAT POV: -
I exit the bathroom after changing from my heavy gown to my comfortable Pj's. I swear if I could I'll just wear pj's the whole day. I move towards the shelf where I have kept my books, and I decide to read deviant king by Rina Kent.
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I was obsessing over Ronan Astor when someone knocked at my door. I look at clock which shows 12:30AM who might be here at this time?
Setting my book aside, I open the door to find Veer standing there, still in his suit. Despite the late hour, he looks as handsome and dashing as ever. "What happened?" I ask, slightly taken aback. "Can I come inside?" he asks. After a moment's hesitation, I step aside to let him in.
He takes my hand and guides me to sit on the couch beside him. As I start to ask what he's doing, he cuts me off with a gentle "shh...just sit here." He then lifts my foot and places it on his lap. Wide-eyed, I try to pull my foot back, but he holds it firmly. "Veer, you can't touch my feet..." I protest weakly, but he doesn't respond or let go of my foot.
Resigned, I sigh as he pulls out a pouch from his coat pocket. He opens it and retrieves a pair of anklets. To my surprise, he begins to fasten them around my ankles.
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