Author Pov It was almost noon, and Ruhanika was sitting in the living room while the vibrant beats of Holi songs played in the backyard, where the celebrations were in full swing. The air was thick with the scent of colours, festivity, and laughter, but inside, things were calmer.
Aryan was still in the washroom, taking a cold shower. He had helped Ruhanika bathe earlier, but now, he needed to cool himself down—his body had wanted something else, but he hadn’t given in to the temptation.
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