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"You can let go of me now" Parwati said softly, her lehenga now thoroughly drenched, though she couldn't say that the Maharaj was looking any better. "Why?" Vikram's voice was low, his grip on her waist tightening almost possessively. Parwati's breath caught in her throat as she attempted to explain, "You're getting...