
Naina’s POV
I looked at him, my chest heaving, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The sight of him eyes wild, hair disheveled, knuckles still red from the punch was terrifying and intoxicating all at once.


Naina’s POV
I looked at him, my chest heaving, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The sight of him eyes wild, hair disheveled, knuckles still red from the punch was terrifying and intoxicating all at once.

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