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The Kuala Lumpur air crackled with excitement. Fans screamed, their voices a wave crashing against the stadium walls. Tonight, Anirudh, the global music sensation, was performing. Avani, ever professional, scanned the crowd, her eyes sharp and alert. He had noticed her before, in the periphery of his vision - her quiet strength, the way she moved with purpose. He'd sensed a depth in her eyes that intrigued him. She was part of the security detail, her job to protect, to ensure everyone's safety, especially Anirudh's. He admired her dedication, though he didn't know the music that stirred within her. A small fire burned within her. His songs spoke to her in a way she couldn't explain. Suddenly, a flash of movement. Avani reacted instantly. A gunshot. The crowd erupted in chaos. Avani pushed through the throng, her focus laser-sharp. Anirudh was the target. She lunged, her body a shield. The next few moments were a blur. The sharp sting of pain, the roar of the crowd, then darkness. When Avani awoke, it was to the sterile scent of a hospital room. Anirudh was there, his face etched with concern, and a profound sense of indebtedness. "You saved my life," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I owe you everything." It wasn't just words; it was a promise, etched in the depths of his soul. His gaze held hers, and he saw not just a protector, but a woman whose courage had touched him in a way he couldn't explain. Is there something there? He felt a connection, a pull he hadn't anticipated. He offered her a job, his personal secretary. India. A new life. Avani, a little scared, but also intrigued, accepted. He knew, with a certainty that surprised him, that their story was just beginning. The journey had begun.
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