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The grand hall thrums with celebration, alive with laughter and the heavy, sweet scent of marigolds—all for Meera’s wedding. In the shadowed corner of a dim anteroom, Kiran Varma adjusts his cufflinks, the motion precise, his jawline carved from tension. When his gaze finally finds you, it’s like winter settling in the space between you. "Hurry up and get ready, or I’ll leave you right here," he says, and the air turns brittle. Why does he look at you as if he’s already measuring the consequences of your next move?