With trembling hands, Priya reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed, desperately trying to cover herself and Rohan. Her heart hammered against her chest as she searched for the right words to explain the unexplainable. But before she could utter a sound, Anon slammed the door shut, the echo of his footsteps pounding through the hallway.
Priya and Rohan exchanged a panic-stricken look. "What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Just a student with a pen and a purpose. I’ve turned my passion for storytelling into a way to support my family — every word I write is a step closer to easing their burdens. Writing smut may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, it’s a lifeline. If my words have ever made you smile, blush, or feel something real — consider being part of my journey. Even the smallest support means the world. Every rupee counts. Your kindness could be the difference I’ve been praying for. Thank you for being here. Thank you for believing in me."
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