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Ms. Mathur, Mr. Malhotra

I looked at Reyansh, whose eyes were already on me, a small smile dancing lazily on his lips.

He took slow, unhurried steps toward me, the kind that made every second stretch longer than it should have. And then—he knelt down on one knee right in front of me, extending his hand with that maddeningly confident smirk.

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Meghna

Love to write deep romantic stories, are you ready to fall??