
As Vidhan entered the house, the first thing he noticed was the bustle of activity. Waiters moved swiftly from one corner to another, balancing trays filled with colorful mocktails and neatly arranged snacks. Guests had already begun to arrive, their voices blending into a cheerful hum that echoed through the grand lawn of the Randhawa mansion.
He greeted everyone politely as he passed by, his smile perfectly masking the fact that he was embarrassingly late for his own anniversary party. Yet his eyes were restless, searching for only one face in the crowd.



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