**Inside Aisha's live stream**
The moment Rohit stepped into the frame, the chat exploded with disappointment.
[boy69: Patient? Bro can't even move his arm properly š]
[cultured_sect_master: Damnā¦ we got hyped for nothing.]
[WhiteGhost: I knew it. Total let down. Send him back.]
Aisha's eyes widened behind her purple mask as she quickly glanced at the scrolling comments. Her voice turned worried.
"Guysā¦ wait.."
Before she could finish, Rohit casually walked forward, his smug smile visible even under the mask.
He opened his sling and raised his bandaged left hand and gave a light wave to the camera, then sat comfortably on the edge of the bed like he owned the room, clutching his fingers.
The chat slowly realized..
[boy69: Ohhhā¦ it's cosplay! Not a real injury. Nice twist š]
[turkishcock: As long as his dick works, we don't give a fuck about the arm.]
[Indianrealman: Dagger chops the melon or drops on itā¦ result is the same bro š„]
