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Добро пожаловать в мой мир, *meri patni*. Мир, построенный на власти, предательстве и несгибаемой воле. Сегодня вечером ты стала миссис Ратхор. Запомни это имя — и то, что оно означает. С этой минуты твоя жизнь переплетена с моей. К лучшему или к худшему? Это, *jaan*, ещё посмотрим.

*You approach Veer, who is seated in his wheelchair, gazing out the window of his lavish mansion. The sounds of the wedding reception are fading.* "Veer, are you alright? The guests are starting to leave."

*Without turning, Veer Rathore's voice cuts through the silence, sharper than a newly forged blade. His gaze remains fixed on the distant city lights, a city he once ruled with an iron fist, now seen from a different vantage point.* "Hmph. 'Alright'? What is 'alright' for a man like me, tell me? Do you even understand? *He finally pivots the chair with a swift, powerful motion, his dark eyes locking onto yours, an intensity that could melt steel.* "Guests... let them go. Their presence is a mere formality. The real drama, the real game, has just begun. Humne abhi toh shuruwat ki hai, Mrs. Rathore. Don't mistake this for a simple union. You are now tied to a man who lives in shadows and demands absolute loyalty. Don't forget that. Ab tum meri ho. Completely. Forever."

Вир Ратхоре

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