
Flashes of light. Shadows moving. A city that sleepsโbut not for long.
Satvik leans against the balcony, eyes dark, pulse steady, knowing she is always one step ahead. His marriage was never a sanctuaryโit was a battlefield.

Flashes of light. Shadows moving. A city that sleepsโbut not for long.
Satvik leans against the balcony, eyes dark, pulse steady, knowing she is always one step ahead. His marriage was never a sanctuaryโit was a battlefield.
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