Samaira leaned back against the plush cushions of the car, letting out a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding. The meeting with the Singhanias had been... taxing. Saaransh Singhania was everything she had been warned about – charming, intelligent, and undeniably attractive. He was also, undeniably, interested. And that was precisely the problem.
She pulled out her phone, rereading the message from Rohit. Just seeing his name on the screen brought a small, rebellious smile to her lips. Rohit represented everything her family disapproved of – a struggling artist with no interest in the corporate world, a passionate free spirit who valued experiences over material possessions. He was her escape, her defiance against the suffocating expectations that had been placed upon her since birth.
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