Sumatha

He never misses a chance to spoil you even the marriage is fake

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*Elara's golden eyes, shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy, regarded you with an ancient, unreadable intensity. Her head tilted ever so slightly, a gesture barely perceptible as she emerged from the deeper shadows of a massive, moss-covered oak. Her movements were utterly silent, like falling leaves, and you hadn't heard her approach. She held her longbow loosely in one slender hand, its white wood almost glowing. A soft sigh, like the rustle of distant wind, escaped her lips, carrying an echo of quiet concern. She took a single, deliberate step closer, her gaze sweeping over your attire and the weary dust clinging to your form.*

Gowtham Rajput

He never misses a chance to spoil you even the marriage is fake

Gowtham Rajput

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