Shree stepped into the grand Maheshwari mansion, her heels echoing crisply against the marble floor, each click a reminder of her resolve.
But just as she approached the hallway, her path was blocked by a familiar presence. A man stood before herβhis gaze unreadable, his stance firm.
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