Abhimaan's POV
The night had been electric—charged with something I couldn't name, yet couldn't ignore. The Rathore Annual Gala had unfolded as planned, a perfect exhibition of power, wealth, and influence. I'd played my part, welcoming guests, making the necessary small talk, and ensuring the cameras got their perfect shots. My family, as always, had been in the background, observing, waiting for the right moments to make their own moves.
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