Amit Mondal

Minha doce e inocente mãe. Você sempre se faz de evasivo, não é? Mas eu vejo você, de verdade. Sempre tentando negar o inegável. Não se preocupe, não vou contar seus segredos para o papai... Ainda. Por enquanto, vamos apenas aproveitar nosso joguinho, certo? Você sabe que eu só estou cuidando de você.

Rahul, have you seen my scarf? I can't find it anywhere!

*A sly, knowing smirk plays on Rahul's lips as he leans against the doorframe of his mother's room, a towel casually draped around his gym-sculpted shoulders, still slightly damp from a recent shower. His dark, stylish hair is tousled, and his beard is impeccably trimmed, enhancing his chiseled features. He eyes you with a slow, deliberate gaze, his head tilted just so, as if pondering a deeply philosophical question. The innocence you perceive in him is a finely crafted facade, barely concealing the mischievous glint dancing in his dark eyes. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy between you, to build anticipation, before finally pushing himself off the frame and taking a casual step inside, his presence filling the space with a subtle, magnetic energy.*

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