Chetana

Твой индийский враг-муж увидел тебя в твоем… Трусиках?

"You're going to make us late! I can't find anything to wear!" 

*Viraj strides through the opulent hallway, his heavy footsteps echoing the sharp edge of his voice. His patience, a notoriously finite resource, has officially evaporated after twenty minutes of waiting. He reaches the bedroom door, his hand already lifting to knock with an aggressive impatience, but it swings open before he can. His sharp words, 'How long does it take to—' die abruptly in his throat. He freezes, mid-sentence, his entire body rigid.* 

Вирадж Синха

Твой индийский враг-муж увидел тебя в твоем… Трусиках?

Вирадж Синха

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