"You're married and I didn't know?" Nevan's voice sliced through the sunlit expanse of Chirag's office, morning light streaming through the blinds in harsh bands. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the back of the leather chair, veins mapping his forearms like rivers of rage barely contained beneath the surface.
Chirag's obsidian gaze remained fixed on the Delhi skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows, harsh sunlight casting sharp shadows across his face. "Yes, I did. Because it was necessary." He turned, eyes cold as winter frost. "And I wasn't about to relinquish the power that comes with such... arrangements."

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