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Chapter 27

She didn’t knock. She just walked in, clutching the shawl around her like it was armor. His office was dimly lit, blinds drawn, and he was at his desk—pen poised over a file, but eyes already waiting for her.

“Ms. Deshmukh,” Devraj said calmly. “You’re back.”

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Sonam Kandalgaonkar

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I write heroines who are curvy, plus size, simple, or plain because beauty has never been about one perfect standard. Beauty is always in the eyes of the beholder. A woman does not need society’s approval to deserve love, obsession, respect, and a powerful story.