Five minutes later
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Soon, Heena sat in her room as the door opened. The five men entered and froze.
Like, literally froze.
Heena was sitting there in her bathrobe, legs crossed, water still dripping from her body. Some skin was visible through the damp fabric. She looked damn sexy—well, at least that's what Heena thought. She was leaning lazily on one hand that rested on the sofa armrest, looking completely unbothered.
She looked at them and said, "Oh my, what caused my dearest husbands—who were so busy that they don't even have time to 'die'—to come here? And using the free pass, too?"
They just stood there, stunned, looking at her.
Not because they thought she was too beautiful.
