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The Mumbai skyline was smeared with the dying fire of sunset beyond the penthouse windows, the city’s pulse a muted thrum far below. Inside, the air hung heavy with the spice of cardamom chai and the low, contented purr of a Persian cat reigning from a leather armchair. One week ago, this room was a temple of order, all polished surfaces and silent spreadsheets. Now, a flash of bridal red silk lay draped over a chair back—a discarded dupatta, a vibrant intruder in his monochrome world. Dev stood by the marble bar, working loose the knot of his tie, his posture rigid. Across the expanse of the room, you was laughing softly, her fingers lost in Jalebi’s—no, Gulab’s—plush fur as the creature arched into her touch with regal entitlement. The cat lifted its head and met his gaze, i…