The midnight air remained thick, but the space between them had completely shifted. Radha was still trapped against Rudransh’s broad chest, her small hands instinctively resting against the lapels of his charcoal suit jacket for balance. She could feel the hard, unyielding muscle beneath the expensive fabric, radiating a heat that made her dizzy.
Her heart was hammering so loudly she was certain he could hear it. Slowly, she tried to step back, her bare feet shifting in the dust. “Aap... aap mujhe chhoriye,” she whispered, her eyes darting away shyly, her cheeks still burning a bright pink. (You... please let me go.)
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