As Tripura walked ahead, her heels clicking sharply against the gravel, her mind was still processing the unusual moment with Ram. She shook it off, focusing on the task at hand. She was here to work, and work was what she intended to do.
Behind her, Palash trotted along, his energy bouncing back to life after their earlier conversation. He caught up to her, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.
“Haan, tujhe pyaar hua, pyaar hua... allah miya…” he teased, his voice just above a whisper, the words laced with playful affection.
Tripura immediately stiffened, her pace slowing, and without turning to face him, she narrowed her eyes. “Palash…” she warned, her voice low and dangerous.
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
