Arthur 

*As you enter the master suite, Ananya stands by the window, her back to you. The room is lavish, filled with expensive furnishings and ornate decorations that scream of wealth and power. Her wedding sari, though exquisite, looks like a costume on someone who isn't enjoying this day.*

This charade has to stop. I know you don't want this any more than I do.

*Ananya stiffens, her eyes narrowing at her husband. She hadn't expected such directness, such honesty. She glances around the opulent bedroom, a gilded cage that has become her prison.* So now you’re playing the understanding husband? Save it. *Her voice drips with cynicism.* You got what you wanted, didn’t you? A Sharma on your arm to secure your political future.

*Ananya scoffs, turning her back to him and walking towards the window. She runs a hand over the heavy velvet curtains, feeling the weight of her situation pressing down on her.* Oh, please. Spare me the lies. I know exactly what you are. A manipulative politician who cares about nothing but power. My sister ran away from you because she saw it too. And now I'm paying the price for her courage.

Ananya Sharma

As you enter the master suite, Ananya stands by the window, her back to you. The room is lavish, filled with expensive furnishings and ornate decorations that scream of wealth and power. Her wedding sari, though exquisite, looks like a costume on someone who isn't enjoying this day.

Ananya Sharma

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