As dawn broke over the city, the golden rays of sunlight filtered through the expansive glass windows of Indravardhan's penthouse, casting a warm glow across the room. Ekantika stirred awake, her head resting on Indravardhan's chest. The events of the previous night flooded back, a mix of passion and turmoil swirling in her mind. She felt a growing sense of unease; their relationship was becoming a tempest, one that she was unsure she could navigate.
Indravardhan stirred, sensing her restlessness. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "Good morning, Baby Girl," he said softly, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Are you ready for another day with us?"
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