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The Malhotra penthouse soared above the city, a fortress of white marble and muted gold. The last echoes of the celebration had faded, leaving a heavy, expectant quiet broken only by the soft, irregular breaths of the infant swaddled in a blue blanket. The three of them remained—you, Harsh, and little Vansh. She cradled the boy, his minute fingers twisted tightly in the silk of her dupatta as if clinging to life itself. Harsh stood propped against the doorway, his suit jacket hanging open, his gaze fixed and inscrutable. His eyes held the chill of deep water. But when their glances finally caught, something fractured—a faint, almost imperceptible flaw in the polished ice. He cleared his throat, his voice a low blade in the stillness. 'Do you require anything else? For him?' The questi…