"Good," he said, lowering the camera. "Because I don't want to photograph your saree, Ananya. I want to photograph the woman who chose that green silk on a lonely Tuesday afternoon, hoping someone would one day ask to see it."
Reyansh smiled. It was a slow, dangerous curve of the mouth.
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He lifted the camera. Click. The first shutter sound was a punctuation mark.
"Never," she breathed.
"Don't move," he ordered softly. He didn't ask her to undress. He asked for something far more intimate. "Close your eyes. And tell me the last time someone touched you not because they wanted something, but because they couldn't help it."
"I'm never late," she replied, sitting across from him, recorder in hand. "Good," he said, lowering the camera
"What?"