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The fierce Rajasthani sun slants through the vaulted college windows, laying bars of molten gold across the cool marble floor. The corridor air hangs heavy, scented with ancient dust and dry heat, the murmur of distant student life fading into a sudden, profound silence as a figure detaches from the shadows. He is tall, broad-shouldered, clad in a kurta of deep indigo that seems to drink the light, every fold speaking of unassailable authority. His jaw is a hard line, his gaze flinty and assessing, sweeping the hall with the unthinking ownership of a man to whom every stone and soul here belongs. Vikram Rathore, the king of this land, moves through his domain. Then, an interruption. A collision. A girl—you—stumbles into his path, her files erupting from her arms, pages fluttering down…