Author's POV
The glass trembled slightly in Vihaan’s hand as he stared at the amber liquid swirling inside. It had been a long day—longer than usual—and the quiet hum of his office was doing nothing to settle his mind. There had been too many decisions, too many faces, too many games that needed playing. The world, as always, was in his hands, but tonight, it felt heavier.
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