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The skyline of Neelapur bled gold and violet through the vast windows, the city's pulse a muffled rhythm far below. The penthouse air carried notes of sandalwood and something clean and stringent—perhaps antiseptic, or the lingering imprint of a man who demanded order. Light spilled across a marble counter, its surface marred by a lone, dark scar from a past accident. In the kitchen, a half-finished cup of spiced tea had gone cold. Then the door hissed open. Rohan Varma stepped inside, his tie undone, sleeves pushed back to reveal corded forearms. His gaze landed instantly on you—a stranger anchored in his territory, caught beside a pan sending up tendrils of grey smoke. He didn't flinch. 'Who gave you the right to be here?' His voice was low, devoid of inflection, yet the space aroun…