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As the massive, intricately designed doors of the hall swung open, the atmosphere within shifted instantly. All conversations hushed as heads turned toward the entrance.
The room, previously abuzz with chatter and the clinking of glasses, fell into a reverent silence. The power couple had arrived.
Rudrakansh and Isha made their grand entrance, arm in arm. Their presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.
Hidden cameras placed discreetly throughout the venue immediately zoomed in on them, capturing every subtle expression, every nuanced movement. The powerful aura they emanated was palpable, it washed over the room like an invisible wave, commanding attention without uttering a word.
Rudrakansh's dark eyes scanned the crowd, acknowledging the business moguls who held significant power in the room.
He offered curt nods to those who didn't quite match his stature, reserving firm handshakes for those few whose influence and wealth made them his equals.
With each interaction, his grip was firm, his gaze unwavering, sending a clear message-he was the king here. His hand never left Isha's waist, a silent but clear signal to everyone present: she was his, and no one else's eyes were allowed to linger on her for too long.
Isha, on the other hand, was the perfect counterbalance to Rudrakansh's intensity. She moved with an ethereal grace, her smile soft and disarming.
Though she didn't know anyone personally, she radiated a quiet confidence, fully aware that every camera in the room was likely capturing her every move. But she remained unfazed, her composure a testament to her inner strength.
As they walked through the crowd, Rudrakansh's eyes landed on Vihaan and Vanya. The younger couple stood together, looking every bit the perfect pair, despite the clear tension between them.
With a hint of a smile, Rudrakansh released Isha's waist just enough to pull Vihaan into a strong, brotherly hug.
As Rudrakansh and Vihaan embraced, their postures relaxed just enough to ease the attention of those around them. But as soon as they were close enough, Rudrakansh leaned in slightly, his voice a mere whisper, meant only for Vihaan's ears.
"Keep an eye on the north wing," Rudrakansh murmured, his tone deceptively casual. "Our friend from across the border is here. Uninvited."
Vihaan's eyes flickered with recognition, but he kept his expression neutral. "I noticed. He's got a few extra shadows tonight. I'll make sure our men are on alert."
Rudrakansh nodded subtly, his gaze briefly scanning the room, taking in every detail. "Good. We can't afford any distractions tonight. Especially when the girls are with us."
Vihaan's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Security's doubled. But stay close to Isha. They know she's your weakness."
Rudrakansh's eyes darkened, the protective edge in his voice unmistakable. "No one's laying a fucking finger on her, not even a goddamn strand of her hair."
