REYANSH’S POV
The soft rustling of fabric caught my attention, and I turned my gaze toward the bathroom door. Isha emerged, her figure draped in a simple pink saree that clung to her delicate frame with an effortless grace.
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REYANSH’S POV
The soft rustling of fabric caught my attention, and I turned my gaze toward the bathroom door. Isha emerged, her figure draped in a simple pink saree that clung to her delicate frame with an effortless grace.
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