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The living room was bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, the clock on the wall ticking relentlessly toward 1 AM. The air was still, heavy with the scent of old wood and the faint jasmine from the dupatta draped around you's shoulders. She sat curled on the couch, her eyes fixed on the front door, waiting. Then came the heavy click of the lock turning, and the door swung open. Tushar Singhania stepped in—tall, sharp in his three-piece suit, his face a mask of cold exhaustion. He paused, his gaze sweeping the room until it landed on her. In that moment, the mask cracked. He crossed the room without a word, loosening his tie, his steps heavy. "Meeting thi," he murmured, his voice rough as he sank beside her. She reached for his hand, and he let her, his fingers curling around hers. The…