Anvika’s body gave out, her strength surrendering as the blood from her head and side soaked into Evyavaan’s shirt. The gun slipped from her hand with a dull clink as she collapsed, and in a heartbeat, Evyavaan caught her.
His arms curling protectively around her, cradling her like she was made of glass.
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