tan_enchanted07
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𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆,
& 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆..
Neelanjana Arora didn't belong in the world of Clemont, bare shoulders in a sleeveless kurti, silver jhumkas swaying, clutching a steel lunch box like she had no idea how out of place she looked.
But to Daniel Matthew Clemont, she was the most intoxicating thing he'd seen in years.
One glance in the elevator, and his mind stopped.
One look at her neck, her eyes, her softness
He didn't want to dress her.
He wanted to unwrap her.
She wasn't a model. She wasn't polished.
But since that moment, she became his new obsession.
His next collection. His secret muse. His personal undoing.
And Daniel Clemont doesn't let go of inspiration.
Not until it's stripped, shaped, and completely his.