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Shehryaar stepped into his bedroom with an air of dominance and victory surrounding him, his strides confident. Because as he approached inside, there in front of him, seated elegantly in a Victorian seat, her shoulders squared and hands neatly placed in her lap, was his Queen. She was dressed in an exquisite faded blue chiffon sari that complimented the creamy colour of her skin. Her dark hair that was dyed black, had grown a few inches from the roots and revealed her natural coffee brown hair and reached under her shoulders as they hung openly. She was adorned with pure solid gold jewels around her delicate neck and wrists. Her face was lightly dusted with makeup and her lips were painted a beautiful rosy pink. Her hazel eyes stare at him as he approached her. Snapping his fingers, he