Warning:- A little mature things ahead, don't read if you are not comfortable.
As Ekantika basked in the warmth of the morning sun, her gaze alighted on the slumbering figure of Adishesh. In his sleep, he appeared vulnerable, like the innocent child he had once been. An irresistible urge washed over her, and she couldn’t resist extending her hand to gently caress his hair.
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