Chapter Thirty-Five: “Unspoken Flames”
Pakhi’s POV Her heart was already racing when the screen lit up. Incoming video call — Rehaan Shaikh She had seen the time. She knew it was coming. Still, her fingers trembled as she swiped to answer. The screen flickered for a second before settling into a steady image. Rehaan. The glow of the soft lamp behind him painted his room in gold. His face was partially in shadow, but his eyes… they locked onto hers through the screen like they always did—sharp, playful, full of quiet hunger. “Hi, jaan,” he whispered, low and slow, like a promise. Her throat went dry. “Hey,” she replied, a breathy whisper, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You look…” “Don’t say it yet.” His voice held a grin, but there was something else beneath it. A spark. A plan. “Because I haven’t even sta
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