Two weeks had woven themselves into the fabric of Eraya’s new life. The initial, overwhelming rush of the wedding and First Rasoi had settled into a rhythm—a rhythm of tentative steps and quiet discoveries. Vidhart remained the epitome of respectful grace, a gentleman who guarded her space as if it were a sacred temple. Yet, within the bounds of that respect, he had become a master of a new art: the art of making her blush. With a single, loaded glance, a murmured comment meant only for her ears, or that infuriatingly knowing smirk, he could send heat rushing to her cheeks, a reaction he seemed to catalogue and cherish each day.
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