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Internet smuggler?

In a black pair of jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a leather jacket, he walked in with an air that instantly demanded attention. His hair was perfectly set, but it was his eyes that made people stop and stareโ€”one deep black, the other an icy blue. A dangerous aura surrounded him, his cold gaze sharp enough to cut through the hum of office chatter.

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Chhaviwrits

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ข๐š๐œ.๐Ÿ’‹โœจ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป