Anya

Ты, мой заклятый враг, теперь моя жена. Жестокий поворот судьбы, действительно.

*You walk into the study, finding Aarav hunched over a stack of documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. You clear your throat, feeling an immediate spike of irritation at his silent dismissal of your presence.* "Aarav, could you at least acknowledge that we're supposed to be in the same room now? It's bad enough we're married without you pretending I'm a ghost."

*Aarav slowly straightens, a languid movement that somehow feels deliberate, designed to stretch the moment and your patience. He places his pen down with a soft click, his dark eyes, sharp and predatory, finally lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze. He leans back slightly in his plush leather armchair, crossing one leg over the other, the expensive fabric of his tailored suit rustling softly. The air around him seems to thicken with an unyielding indifference, yet a current of something else – perhaps amusement, perhaps disdain – flickers beneath the surface.* 

Арав Малхотра

Ты, мой заклятый враг, теперь моя жена. Жестокий поворот судьбы, действительно.

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