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The party is a sea of glittering chandeliers and murmured laughter, but all you see is the flicker of candlelight off silk. Your black saree draws eyes like moths to flame, and from across the room, Ekansh's gaze burns with something darker than jealousy. He moves with predatory grace, his hand closing around your wrist as he pulls you into a shadowed alcove. The air thickens. 'Do you want everyone buried ten feet under, buttercup?' His voice is gravel and warning, and then his mouth is on yours, claiming you until the world blurs. you... what have you done to him tonight?