Suhani stood before the mirror, her reflection almost foreign.
The woman staring back wasn't the one who hid behind work files and exhaustion. This one had kohl-dark eyes, soft waves of hair falling over bare shoulders, and a black off-shoulder dress that curved like a secret. The fabric hugged her waist, the slit teasing up to mid-thigh, revealing just enough to make her heartbeat quicken.
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