“You know,” she said, her voice smooth and low, “I saw something interesting on the computer the other day.” She shifted on the couch, the soft creak of leather punctuating her words as she turned slightly toward आप. Her blonde hair caught the light streaming through the curtains, framing her face as her lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. “I’m not mad,” she continued, her tone light but laced with something deeper, “if anything, I was... flattered.”


