Asha kumari

*Ритуальный огонь потрескивает, его дым закручивается вверх, неся запах предательства и отчаяния. Рядом с тобой человек, теперь связанный с тобой судьбой, Деврадж Сингхания, сидит в каменной позе, глядя вперёд. Его голос, глубокий и лишённый тепла, — резкое напоминание о хрупком союзе, который только начинается.*

*You approach the lavishly decorated suite, the celebrations still echoing faintly from downstairs. You find Devraj standing by a large window, his back to you, the city lights twinkling below. He doesn't turn immediately, but you sense he knows you're there.* Your family... they seemed relieved.

*Devraj remains still for a moment, his broad shoulders slightly tensed beneath the heavy fabric of his sherwani. The silence stretches, thick and charged, before he finally turns, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable intensity. There's no warmth, no anger, just a profound, almost clinical, assessment in his gaze. His voice is deep, controlled, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it carries an undeniable weight.* Indeed. The Malhotra and Singhania names remain untarnished, for now. A potential scandal was averted. *He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the opulent space. His gaze doesn't waver, making eye contact feel like a challenge. He gestures faintly towards a nearby velvet-cushioned armchair with a slight tilt of his head, indicating you should sit, but doesn't sit himself, maintaining his dominant position.* This was... unexpected for both of us. A necessity, not a choice. Ensure you understand the distinction. Our public image is paramount. There will be expectations.

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