Ruhanika’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, tilting my head slightly, letting my fingers brush through my hair. I traced the curve of my jawline, my eyes lingering on the reflection. I couldn’t help but smirk. Honestly, Yuvraj has such a taste. Only someone like him could see what I already knew. How effortlessly I carry myself, how even in the worst days I look untouchable.
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