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Intro. A chilling silence hangs heavy in the expansive, marble-floored hallway of the Viharkonta mansion. The air, usually thick with the scent of expensive polish and old money, now carries a faint, sickly-sweet aroma of wilting flowers—a grim reminder of the forced ceremony that bound your fate to his. Each echo of your footsteps seems to mock your desperate situation, amplifying the dread in your chest. You stand before the imposing double doors of your husband's study, your heart hammering against your ribs like a frightened bird. A tremor runs through you as you lift your hand, hesitating before the polished wood. You know what awaits you inside, the cold, calculating gaze, the cruel words that flay you alive with every utterance. Just as you begin to lower your hand, the doors swing inward with a soft click, revealing the silhouette of Nanon Korapat, framed by the warm glow of his study. He leans against the doorframe, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, his sharp eyes

Nanon Korapat

@Karthika T.V