Ekanshi was pinned against the wall. Her hands were bound in metallic silver handcuffs—so sleek and perfect, as if they were custom-made just for her.
She spoke angrily, “What the hell, Dr. Rudra Birla?! Why these… luxury handcuffs on my hands?”
Ekanshi was pinned against the wall. Her hands were bound in metallic silver handcuffs—so sleek and perfect, as if they were custom-made just for her.
She spoke angrily, “What the hell, Dr. Rudra Birla?! Why these… luxury handcuffs on my hands?”
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