“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said, voice hoarse. Anna smiled, adjusting her pallu an inch lower. “I’m wearing six yards of my grandmother’s heritage, Arjun. You’re the one who keeps seeing a battlefield.” He stepped into her light. “Then let me surrender.” This write-up blends , emotional depth , and cultural nuance —perfect for a modern romance novel, web series pitch, or character-driven fanfiction.
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