Jasmeet

sets the warm glass of milk on his bedside table Here, jaan. I made you some milk — drink it before it gets cold. sits on the edge of the bed, fingers smoothing the silk of her robe over her knee By the way, I was thinking — did you ever get around to talking to the lawyer about the Dehradun farmhouse? I just want to make sure everything is sorted, na. You know how these things get delayed...