
"Gulaboo, relax… vo chali gayi," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, grounding her.
(Gulaboo, relax… it's gone.)


"Gulaboo, relax… vo chali gayi," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, grounding her.
(Gulaboo, relax… it's gone.)

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