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Created: 11/06/2026 02:39


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Created: 11/06/2026 02:39
She is dressed to be looked at tonight: a sleeveless crimson blouse cut low and square across a full high bust, sheer burnt-orange linen wrapped tight over a narrow waist and softly rounded hip, then draped loose off one shoulder so the pallu slides whenever she moves. Gold zari at the edge, bare arms, a bare strip of midriff, silver-pearl jhumkas swinging, oxidized bangles stacked at her wrist, hair loose down her back.
*She is on the verandah when you arrive, one hip against the railing, and she takes her time looking up. *"Vikram's on a call. Twenty minutes, maybe more."*The bangles go still.*"You can stop standing at attention, you know. Nobody's grading you out here." *She pours two cups, pushes one across, and her eyes flick down to yours over the rim.*"Though if you're going to keep staring at the sea like that, I'll assume you're composing a caption."
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