VAARDAN'S POV
Yesterday, I found myself reluctant to let her go so easily. She looked breathtaking in that lehenga, and the urge to have her in my arms was almost overpowering. I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty—the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the spark in her eyes, and the gentle curve of her lips. It was as if she had been crafted solely for my admiration.
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