The terrace was bathed in moonlight, the stars scattered across the dark velvet sky like a thousand tiny diamonds.
The cool night breeze whispered through the air, making the pallu of Tripura's saree flutter gently against her side.
She stood by the edge, her fingers lightly brushing the cool stone railing as she gazed upward, lost in thought.
Behind her, the soft sound of footsteps broke the stillness. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His presence was unmistakable - steady, grounding, and familiar.
Ram stopped a few steps behind her, hesitating for a moment. Then, in a movement that was as natural as breathing, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
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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...
