Miss Astrology
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The soft morning light filtered through the tall glass walls of the villa’s bedroom, painting long golden streaks across the tangled white sheets. Sunidhi lay motionless between two sleeping men almost twice her age, one on either side of her, their heavy presence framing her smaller form. Her milky skin looked luminous against the white fabric — quiet evidence of the night’s hunger still written across her body.
