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In the web of obsession

The golden rays of the morning sun filtered directly through the window, spreading across the plush rug on the floor of the luxurious bedroom.

Advait’s heavy eyelids slowly opened. After last night’s fierce storm and wild passion, his body felt a strange, satisfying laziness. He turned over and instinctively extended his hand to the other side of the bed, but the mattress was empty.

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