Downstairs in the hall, everyone was waiting for Ekanshi and Rudra, but neither had appeared yet. Anya’s eyes kept darting toward the staircase. She whispered to herself, “It’s almost time for the engagement… where are they?”
Rivan was sitting near the bar area, sipping a drink. His gaze had been fixed on Anya for a long time. Anya could feel the heat of someone’s stare, and she knew all too well that the smoldering intensity belonged to Rivan.










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