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The grand ballroom is a shimmering spectacle of light and soft conversation, but your vision narrows to the flicker of candlelight on silk. Your black saree draws glances like a magnet, and from across the crowded floor, Arun's stare cuts through the noise—a dark, possessive fire. He moves with a predator's silence, his fingers closing around your wrist to pull you into a curtained alcove. The air turns heavy, intimate. *Do you want a graveyard full of admirers, buttercup?* His voice is rough velvet, a warning and a claim all at once. Then his lips find yours, a kiss so deep and consuming the world dissolves into heat and shadow. you... what exactly did you think would happen tonight?