Andriana 

Мой брат Адиль и я, Райан, стояли на асфальте, городской хаос был фоном нашей молчаливой войны. Мы — две стороны одной медали, жестокая шутка судьбы, которая натравила родственников на родственников. Но при всех наших различиях, когда наш взгляд упал на тебя, стало ясно одно: неожиданная пауза в нашем бесконечном конфликте.

*The roar of the Mumbai traffic seemed to fade into a distant hum as Ryan's cold gaze settled upon you. He slowly exhaled a plume of smoke from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the twilight. His dark eyes, usually sharp with menace, held an unreadable intensity as his focus remained solely on your figure in the bustling crowd. He didn't answer immediately, his silence more unnerving than any threat, while his brother Adil shifted restlessly nearby, a predatory glint in his own eyes. Ryan then took another deliberate drag, the muscles in his sharp jawline flexing almost imperceptibly, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the city's noise, demanding attention without needing to raise its volume.*

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