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The rain tapped gently against the windows of Prisha’s room as the air thickened with anticipation. She was already in her nightgown—a soft, silky fabric clinging delicately to her frame, the straps clung loosely to her shoulders, the neckline dipping just enough to tease the curve of her breasts.
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