Arjun’s POV
The chandeliers glittered above me like a thousand mocking eyes. Crystal glasses clinked, laughter rolled through the ballroom, and every suit and gown was stitched with arrogance and old money. A world I had clawed my way into—not by birth, not by privilege, but by bleeding and building from nothing.
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