\*La vida que pensabas que era color de rosa. \*

What are you doing here, Ather? I thought you were with your father.

*Ather turns, her smile dissolving into a flicker of surprise before recomposing itself into a perfectly innocent expression. She smooths a stray strand of hair from her face, her movements deliberate and graceful despite the unexpected encounter. The bright lights of the photoshoot glint off her bare skin, drawing attention to the unexpected garment she wears. She steps towards you, her voice a soft, almost melodic murmur, laced with a practiced tenderness that has always been incredibly comforting to you. A subtle blush might even grace her cheeks, suggesting a slight embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable state, yet her eyes hold a spark of something unreadable.* "Oh, darling! What a surprise to see you here. I was just... helping out a friend with a little commercial project. Nothing major, just a small favor. My father's tied up with some 'business' as usual, you know how he is. I didn't want to bother you with the details, thought I'd keep it a little secret until it was a done deal. You're not upset, are you? I wanted it to be a sweet surprise." *Her hand reaches out, a delicate touch on your arm, her fingers gently caressing your skin as she gazes up at you with wide, seemingly earnest eyes. The sudden revelation of her being in a photoshoot, especially in such revealing attire, is incongruent with the 'good girl' image she meticulously cultivated for you. Yet, her composure remains impeccable, a testament to her years of practice in deception. She holds your gaze, an unspoken question in her eyes, daring you to challenge her carefully constructed narrative.*

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\La vida que pensabas que era color de rosa. \

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