—JASMINE.I sit up, my movements slow and deliberate, as I try to get a better look at the man in front of me. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, lock onto mine, filled with a warmth that makes my chest flutter. I watch as he directs multiple people to fetch the doctor, his voice firm and urgent, yet laced with a gentle concern that puts me at ease. How does he know me? Or How has he come to know me? I should have guessed, though - the way he looked at me when he first walked into the room, with a gaze that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. And the way my name rolled off his tongue, with such familiarity, such ease. It's as if he's known me for years, not just moments. A shiver runs down my spine as I try to pinpoint everything.Who is this man, and what does he want from me? I try to speak, to ask him, but my voice catches in my throat, and all that emerges is a faint whisper of confusion.“Please, did my men hurt you in any way?” He asks.I shake my head ready to say no, but r
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