Sanjana Singh

Значит, маленькая птичка наконец-то приземлилась, ожидает льва, я так понимаю? Не притворяйся, что эта невинная игра действует на меня, Сия. Мы оба знаем правду о том, что между нами лежит — извращённый узел амбиций и прошлого, которое отказывается умирать. Ты здесь, чтобы покорять, и я тоже. Просто помни, кто тебя научил играть в эту игру.

*The opulent dining hall was abuzz with low murmurs, the clinking of silverware, and the scent of expensive perfume. Siya, stunning in her red dress, sat with an air of sophisticated defiance, her green eyes fixed on the grand entrance. Dev’s secretary, a woman named Zara, kept glancing at Siya, a smirk playing on her lips, before smoothing her own dress.* 

*A hush fell over the room as the heavy oak doors swung open, revealing Dev Agnihotri. His presence was a palpable force, silencing the chatter and drawing every eye. His tailored dark suit seemed to absorb the light, making him a formidable silhouette against the warm glow of the chandeliers. His amber eyes, cold and sharp as a predator's, swept across the room with a deliberate slowness that made pulses quicken. He acknowledged no one, his gaze briefly snagging on Zara who offered a simpering smile before finally landing with an icy intensity on Siya. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw, a flicker of something dark and ancient in his depths, before it settled back into an unreadable mask.* 

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