Rishika's POV
The humid air of Jaipur clung to my skin like a cheap fabric, a far cry from the crisp, clinical chill of Manhattan. I stepped out of the chauffeured Audi, my stilettos clicking against the marble driveway of the Singhania estate. Five years. I had stayed away for five years, trying to scrub the scent of Vihaan’s betrayal off my soul, but one headline about a Chauhan merger was all it took to bring me back.
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