Chapter Twenty
Aanya's POV Aanya stood in front of the mirror, her maroon kurti flowing softly around her thighs, the hem brushing the top of her jeans. She smoothed a hand over the fabric, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes scanned her reflection. The warmth in her cheeks had nothing to do with the fever she'd endured through the night and everything to do with the man currently asleep in her room. She'd seen him—Ryan Williamson—the devil in a three-piece suit, the man with danger in his eyes and power in his veins, curled up uncomfortably beside her bed like some sort of guardian angel. A laugh nearly escaped her lips at the ridiculousness of it. But it wasn't funny. It was real. Too real. Last night, he had taken care of her like no one else ever had. She remembered mumbli
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