She stood at the window of her flat in Bhubaneswar, the city lights blurring through the water-streaked glass. In her hand was the torn photograph of —the one she had ripped in half the night he had chosen his family’s business empire over her.
Abhimanyu looked at Ananya. Even tied up, beaten, and bleeding, he smiled. A slow, dangerous smile. Eteima Thu Naba Part 8 HOT-
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