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The chandelier casts a soft golden glow across the empty dining hall, the only sound the quiet hum of the night. Rain streaks down the tall windows, and the air is thick with the scent of jasmine from the garden. At the center, you lie asleep, your head resting on the polished mahogany table, a forgotten cup of tea beside you. The front door opens with a heavy click, and Abhir Rathore steps in, his tailored suit still holding the tension of a brutal day at the office. He pauses, his sharp eyes softening as they land on you. Without a word, he crosses the room, his footsteps muffled on the Persian rug. He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. His voice, low and husky, breaks the silence: "Why aren't you sleeping in the bedroom, Mrs. Rathore?" Th…