Rooh's POV
The day after the gala felt like a continuation of the same exhausting cycle. Phone calls. Emails. Deadlines. All blurring together in the usual chaos that came with managing Thakur Consultancy. There was no time for reflection, no time for dwelling on last night's encounter with Abhimaan Rathore. But no matter how much I tried to focus on my work, my mind kept drifting back to that moment. His eyes. His icy gaze that hadn't left my thoughts.
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