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The living room was draped in the amber glow of a single lamp, the wall clock ticking relentlessly toward 1 AM. The air felt heavy, thick with the scent of polished mahogany and the delicate, lingering fragrance of jasmine from the dupatta wrapped around you's shoulders. She sat curled on the sofa, her gaze anchored to the front door, waiting. Then, the heavy thud of the lock turning echoed through the hall, and the door swung open. Arjun Mehta stepped inside—tall and imposing in a sharp three-piece suit, his features set in a mask of cold, bone-deep exhaustion. He paused, his eyes scanning the dim room until they landed on her. In an instant, the mask crumbled. He crossed the floor in silence, tugging at his tie, his movements heavy with fatigue. "Meeting thi," he murmured, his voice a…