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The Mumbai skyline bled amber through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Rathore Corp’s 47th floor. At 9:03 AM, the office hummed with the sterile click of keyboards and hushed phone calls—a rhythm you knew by heart. But today, the air felt different. Charged. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal Rugved Rathore: sharp suit, perfect hair, clean-shaven jaw, and eyes that held the weight of a thousand regrets. He stepped out, and the moment his gaze met you’s, the world seemed to freeze. A beat of silence stretched like a wire about to snap. He cleared his throat—a sound too loud in the quiet. "Good… morning." The words hung, foreign and fragile, between them. you rose from her desk, and he flinched, his hand coming up as if to ward off a blow. "S-Sir… about last n…