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Chapter 21

A week had passed since the night she danced. And mercifully — she hadn’t seen him. No shadow crossing the marble halls. No glimpse of that cold, assessing gaze that had stripped her bare without touch. No accidental summons to his quarters….Nothing.

Ruhi told herself she should be grateful…She told herself this silence was mercy.

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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.