The moonlight spilled into the grand villa through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a silvery glow on the sleek furniture and cold marble floors. Kiara sat curled up on the oversized armchair in Reyansh’s study, her arms hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn’t sure why she was there. Maybe it was the suffocating silence of her own room, or the strange magnetism that pulled her toward the man she should hate but couldn’t seem to escape.
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