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★Love, in the Cruelest Form★

Ananya stormed into her office, the sharp click of her heels echoing in the vast, glass-walled space. The skyline outside was painted in the deep hues of an impending dusk, the city pulsing with an unrelenting energy—much like the storm brewing behind her composed facade. 

Dev followed close behind, his steps rushed, chaotic, a sharp contrast to her measured grace. His hands fluttered in the air as if trying to grasp the right words, trying to hold onto something solid in the hurricane that was Ananya Mehra. 

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