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The Malhotra Penthouse was a palace in the sky, white marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of gold-rimmed chandeliers. Silence hung thick, broken only by the occasional coo of a tiny boy wrapped in a blue blanket. The party was over, the dhol silent, the laddoos devoured. Now, just the three of them—you, Harsh, and little Vansh. She held the baby close, his small fingers clutching her dupatta like it was the only anchor in this gilded sea. Harsh leaned against the doorframe, suit jacket loosened, watching. His eyes were unreadable, cold as the ice water in his veins. But when their gazes met, something flickered—a crack in the marble. He cleared his throat, voice low and sharp. "You need anything else? For him?" The question hung in the air, heavier than any boardroom deal. What…