Dubai: Rajvanshi Penthouse
Aayansh stepped out of the shower, running his hand through his wet hair. A white towel hung loosely around his waist—his only attire. He paused in front of the large mirror in his room, where the setting sun streamed through the windows, casting golden streaks across his damp hair.
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