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Chapter 16

Drishya had completely sent the makeup artist away and stood dangerously close to Afsana. His hands were resting firmly on her waist.

At the mere, feather-light touch of his fingers, a violent shiver ran straight down Afsana's spine. It felt as though a sudden electric current had surged through her entire anatomy from his cold hands.

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