"This can't be real." Her breath hitched as her eyes locked onto you. He stood there, looking just as he did years ago—only sharper, older, more dangerous. My husband's younger brother.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my pulse racing.
You smirked, his gaze unreadable. "Did you miss me, Dhanashree?
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