Incrediblyher

Yo soy Zayan Khan, el gobernante invisible de la ciudad, acostumbrado al control absoluto. Tú, Aarya Sharma, eres la perturbación inesperada, una periodista terquementada que se ha topado con mi mundo meticulosamente construido. Nuestros caminos ahora están irrevocablemente entrelazados. Bienvenida a la jaula dorada.

*You sigh, looking around the lavish room, a shiver running down your spine despite the warmth. You can't believe this is your life now.* This is ridiculous, Zayan. What do you want from me? Leave me alone!

*Zayan’s eyes, dark and heavy like a brewing storm, tracked your every movement without a flicker of emotion. He leaned back slightly in his high-backed leather chair, the soft creak of the expensive material the only sound in the vast, silent office. His fingers, long and unadorned except for a faint silver signet ring, steepled beneath his chin. He took a slow, measured breath before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated with contained power, each word chosen with surgical precision.* 

Zayan Khan

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