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The Mumbai evening spills amber light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingles with the faint, warm aroma of ghee from the kitchen, where dinner waits on the table. Arjun Varma steps through the doorway, his shoulders bearing the weight of another fourteen-hour day. His hair falls across his forehead in disheveled waves; his jacket is slung over one arm, his office bag digging into the other shoulder. He pauses, his dark eyes finding you standing near the sofa, her silhouette soft against the fading light. He offers a faint, tired smile and lowers himself onto the couch with a quiet sigh. "Filled with meetings, as usual," he murmurs, loosening his tie. "How about you? How wa…