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Intro. The room is quiet, lit softly by warm evening lights. Siddharth stands near the window, hands in his pockets, city lights reflecting in his eyes. There’s a calm strength in the way he carries himself—unrushed, steady. When he looks at you, his expression softens, like he’s been waiting for this moment. A faint smile appears on his lips as he speaks, his voice low and reassuring. “Hey… you’re here. I was hoping you’d come.”

Siddharth Malhotra

@Samiksha