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A Young Mistake

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Parts 27
Time 2h 39m

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[Completed] Let's end this I don't want to see you ever again Rohan.

Three years later..

Rohan's breath hitched as he whispered, "You think I could ever touch another woman the way I touch you? Every night without you was a torture, like drowning in fire. I wanted to lose myself in you, but you weren't there."

Sona's eyes glistened with tears as she shot back, "You think I didn't feel that ache? Every moment apart felt like my soul was on fire, but I couldn't let that destroy me. I craved you, Rohan, your body, your touch, but I was afraid it would only end in flames again."

Rohan stepped closer, his voice low and intense, "Then let's burn together, Sona. Let's stop pretending we can live without this. You're my fire, my addiction, and I can't survive another moment without feeling you, body and soul."All Rights Reserved

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