Dhani knocked on Aatreya’s door. She wore a gentle peacock green sari, and her hair was braided. “Come in!” He replied. She entered his room with a joyful smile, glancing at him. He was lying on the sofa reading a manuscript. A long white adhivasa and dhoti made his night attire. His hair was loose as it was time for his rest from all the responsibilities. But his eyes were seriously glued to the palm-leaf manuscript, and his brows were pulled. She went near him to look into the manuscripts to see what he was reading so intently. As she leaned to take a peek, Aatreya turned towards her and their heads collided.
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