Khushi's POV
I wrapped up my presentation, my voice steady despite the dampness in my panties. The conference room erupted in polite applause, and I nodded graciously before slipping back to my seat. My cheeks burned a little—Arnav's intense gaze from the back had followed me the whole time, making it hard to focus on the slides. But I'd nailed it, and the team seemed impressed.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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