𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋

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Crimson moonlight stained the velvet drapes, painting shadows across Aadhya's bare back as she traced constellations on the windowpane. The silk of her nightdress whispered against her skin like secrets, just begging to be unraveled.

Viraj, a panther lurking in the darkness, materialized behind her. His fingers brushed the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Lost in the stars again, my moonlit queen?"

She turned, eyes reflecting the celestial fire. "Just mapping the path to your heart, Viraj. Is it charted territory yet?"

His chuckle rumbled in his chest, a low tremor that made her knees weak. "Only one way to find out," he murmured, his lips trailing down her throat.

The night blurred into a kaleidoscope of moonlight and velvet, of whispered secrets and smoldering desires. When dawn crept in, painting the sky with the promise of a new day, they lay tangled, two souls woven together by the threads of their forbidden dance.

Aadhya, nestled in his arms, a blush staining her cheeks, whispered, "This mansion whispers stories, Viraj. What will ours be?"

He looked into her eyes, a smoldering promise in their depths. "A tempestuous waltz, my love," he rasped, "driven by moonlight and ignited by fire. A story written in shadows, danced under the indifferent gaze of a thousand watchful stars."

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