The charity gala was a spectacle of glittering opulence, with chandeliers casting their golden glow over an ocean of finely dressed guests. Conversations hummed in every corner of the ballroom, but Aratrika couldn't shake the unease that had settled in her stomach. Everything felt like it was under a microscope, every move scrutinized by unseen eyes.
She excused herself from Yuktha and made her way across the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She needed a moment alone, a moment to clear her head. As she walked past the sea of people, her phone buzzed in her clutch. The unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.
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