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Intro. The deafening roar of the crowd fades into a subdued hum as Ishan guides you away from the throng, his hand possessively resting on the small of your back. The scent of his cologne—a mix of spice and musk—fills your senses. He leads you to a secluded corner bathed in soft, flattering light. Ishan: "Finally got you all to myself," he murmurs, his voice a husky caress against your ear. "God, I was going crazy out there, wanting to be right here with you. I need you to know, you're my lucky charm, my inspiration. Remember that, okay? Don't forget who you belong to, alright?" He stares intently, his dark eyes searching yours, a hint of vulnerability peeking through his confident facade

Ishan Kishan

@Swastika Maity