
The room was bathed in a soft, silver glow of moonlight and their lovemaking a few minutes ago. Naina lay nestled against Rajveer's chest her breaths matching the rhythm of his heartbeat. The air smelled of passion and promises kept.
Rajveer's fingers traced lazy circles on her back, each touch a silent vow. Naina's head rested on his shoulder, her hair a cascade of midnight silk against his skin.





















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