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π«πππ π΄πππππππ ΰ¨ΰ§ π¨ππππ πΊπππππππππ π π’π¨π₯ π¨π‘ππ’π©ππ ππππππ‘ππ ββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββ πππππ ππππ My breath caught completely in my throat. My eyes went wide with absolute shock. Staring down at me with a mixture of irritation and utter disbelief was the very same guy from the street-food market. His messy dark hair was damp, dripping tiny droplets of water down his sharp forehead, and he was wearing nothing but a half-buttoned shirt that was soaking wet against his chest. The world seemed to stop spinning for a second. "You..." I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips as the realization hit me like a lightning bolt. "Aarav." ββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββ Copyright Β© 2026 Our Unloved Alliance All rights reserved
