M I R A Y A' S P O V
โWhat are we shaping, Raghav?โ I asked.
His thumb brushed over my cheek, his touch gentle, grounding. โ Us, Love. Always us.โ
And then he kissed me, and I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back, feeling the strength of him, the warmth of his body against mine.ย
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