The morning sun rays, warm and gentle, caressed my face as I stirred the pancake batter, the aroma of cinnamon and maple syrup filling the air. It was the day after we'd moved into his penthouse, a breathtaking space overlooking the city. The thought of sharing this luxurious haven with Aarush, of our lives intertwining in this way, sent a thrill through me. It was a dream come true, having him all to myself, but a nagging worry lingered.
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