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A U T H O R' S P O V
6:00 AM
The room's bell rang.
Ishaan groaned, still half-asleep, and dragged himself to the door, pulling it open just slightly.
Outside stood Ivaan—messy hair, sleepy eyes, and four damn bags hanging off his arms.
"Bhai... you're fucking lucky, you know that?" Ivaan smirked. "And seriously sir... ab toh shaadi kar le bhabi k sath.. Budha ho raha hai tu."
Ishaan rolled his eyes, snatched the bags from him. "Bhaad mein ja," he muttered with a slap to Ivaan's back, playful but strong enough to make him grunt.
"Bye, loser," Ivaan grinned, stepping back.
Before he could finish laughing, Ishaan shut the door right on his face with a smirk.
He tossed the bags onto the center table and made his way back to the only place that felt like home lately—Lavika's arms.
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Two Hours Later
Lavika stirred, blinking sleepily.
And there he was—her man, wrapped around her like a weighted blanket.
Completely knocked out.
His leg was slung over her hips, his nose buried in her neck, one arm protectively around her waist.
