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Vanya Kapoor stood near the bay window, her phone pressed to her ear, her eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for assurance. The gauzy curtain swayed beside her, brushing her arm like a whisper.
“Ishi, just tell Maa I’ve reached safely,” she said, her voice firm but soft. “And please confirm the caterers. I want no last-minute mess-ups.”
She paused.
“And the music make sure Aanya finalizes the playlist. Nothing overly dramatic. Keep it elegant.”
From the other end, Ishita’s laughter chimed like a distant bell. Vanya smiled faintly and ended the call.
The smile didn’t last.
The heavy wooden door creaked open behind her. She turned.
Raghav stood at the entrance, a crooked smile stitched to his face, holding a box of sweets like an offering from a wolf dressed in silk
