Rooh's POV
The ballroom was as lavish as always. My family's annual business gala was no less than an extravagant spectacle—flickering chandeliers casting golden light on the polished marble floors, the clink of crystal glasses, and the air rich with the perfume of power and money. It was the kind of night where every handshake, every word spoken, had the weight of future deals and alliances attached to it.
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