She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers — Akshay Vasu
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She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers through her hair and staring at her face like she was magic that none ever understood.

— Akshay Vasu
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