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The water stopped, leaving only the rhythmic drip from the showerhead and the jagged sound of their breathing. Ekansh finally released his iron grip on her, his hands moving from her waist to tenderly cup her face. His thumb brushed a stray tear from her cheek, a stark, jarring contrast to the volatile possessiveness he had displayed moments before.
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