The Malhotra estate did not announce wealth. It embodied it. From the outside, the structure was all white stone and symmetry, rising above the Arabian Sea like something carved out of certainty itself. Security was present but discreet. Cameras blended into the architecture. Guards stood at calculated distances that felt less like protection and more like silent warning.
Anika stepped out of her father’s car and immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere. This was not simply a house. It was territory.
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