07

SHE'S NOT MINE

The night after the charity dinner left Shivansh restless.

He sat in his study, the city sprawled below like a maze of light and shadow. His tie was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, but nothing loosened the weight inside him. On the desk lay open files and contracts, but his eyes refused to read.

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