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Anjali’s hand slipped. The plunger shot down. Hot, fragrant filter coffee splashed onto her wrist.

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“Best first impression you could have made,” he grinned. “She’ll adopt you now.” Anjali’s hand slipped

“Anjali, I’m not going back to Denmark. I’m moving my firm to Bengaluru. And I’m not asking you to marry me tonight—because your mother will kill me. I’m asking you to drink coffee with me tomorrow morning. And the morning after. And for all the mornings.” i--- Kannada Family Sex Stories