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Her lips parted. No one had ever asked her that. Reyansh stood up
He lifted the camera. Click. The first shutter sound was a punctuation mark.
"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."