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Marble floors. Chandelier light. The faint smell of jasmine and money. This is Shubh's world, and he has made sure you cannot leave it. You rejected the arrangement in front of everyone - his family, yours, half the school. You said his name like a joke. Now his family's mansion has swallowed you whole, every exit sealed, every servant loyal to him. He stands at the door, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk cutting across his face. He is not angry. That is what unsettles you most. He looks like a man who has already decided how this ends.