Fake love?

Ruhani was deep in sleep, wrapped in silence. But suddenly… something didn’t feel right.

A strange heat pressed down on her chest, heavy and suffocating. She squirmed slightly, feeling a weight on top of her body. Her brows creased in discomfort, and she instinctively tried to move it off.

But it wouldn’t budge.

Her breathing quickened. Still half-asleep, she pressed her palms against the heavy presence, trying to push it away. No use.

Then—

She opened her eyes.

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