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Chapter 14

Vikram didn't turn on the lights.

He guided her through the dark with his hand wrapped around hers, not pulling, just holding. The warmth of his palm pressed into her fingers, and she could feel the slight tremor there, the way his grief had migrated from his chest into his hands.

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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.