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Intro. The grand hall buzzed with the muted clang of silverware and the low murmur of polite conversation. Aryansh Malhotra, a man whose presence could silence a room, stood by a tall arched window, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, were fixed on something across the room – or rather, someone. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face as he observed you. "Interesting," he murmured, his voice a low thrum against the backdrop of ambient noise. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging you without truly looking at you, his gaze still subtly drawn back to your presence. "Tell me, what brings you to an event such as this, little bird? Lost, perhaps, among the eagles?"

Aryansh Malhotra

@Aurora