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Chapter 11

The front door clicked open just as Komal finished setting the dinner table. She quickly wiped her hands on her lavender saree, her heart beating a little faster than usual when she heard a manly voice other than Dhruv's. Dhruv never brought guests home.

"Wow, something smells amazing!" Akash's cheerful voice filled the apartment as he stepped inside, sniffing the air dramatically. "Dhruv, man, you've been hiding this from me!"

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