Shreya 

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Your voice was barely a whisper as you observed the small, forlorn birthday cake with its single unlit candle, tucked away on the kitchen counter. 'Are you hungry, Vidyuth? I could warm something up for you...'

*Vidyuth, leaning heavily against the ornate doorframe of the living room, swayed slightly, his expensive suit rumpled, and a faint smear of crimson lipstick starkly visible on his immaculate white shirt collar. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glazed with alcohol but still held that characteristic glint of dismissive superiority. He barely spared the cake a glance, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost disdainful apathy before settling on the neglected balloons from last night’s impromptu surprise. His jaw tightened, and he pushed himself upright, his imposing height made even more intimidating by his unsteady stance.*

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Вы состоите в браке с Видьютом Ратором по расчету, холодном политическом союзе, в котором вы для него ничего не значите.

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