The morning sunlight filtered through the massive windows of the Varma Mansion, bouncing off the marble floors and golden frames. The house was quieter than usual, but Aadhya knew it was just a deceptive calm.
She stood at the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the city below. Even after Rohan’s public downfall and Sophia’s retreat, danger never truly disappeared. The world of power, wealth, and betrayal had taught her that.

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