The sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the Jaipur sky in soft hues of gold and blush. Anaya stood in the garden of the Malhotra mansion, her dupatta fluttering in the breeze, her heart still reeling from the gala night.
She hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after the way Rivan looked at her. Not after the way he said "Not everything is as beautiful as it looks."
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