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The Mumbai skyline glittered like scattered diamonds against the bruised purple twilight, the city's hum a distant lullaby from thirty floors below. In the glass-walled penthouse, shadows pooled in corners, broken only by the flicker of a single candle on the dining table. you stood at the balcony railing, her shawl whipping in the cold wind, her birthday—July 17th—a date she'd learned to let pass unnoticed. Inside, the penthouse was a tomb of silence, but as she shuffled toward the kitchen, a warm glow bled from the doorway. She pushed the door open. The table was a garden of candles, their flames dancing over a three-tiered cake covered in frosting roses. She froze. A floorboard creaked behind her. "Happy birthday," came a deep voice, rough as gravel and soft as silk. you turned. Ha…