The lecture hall’s fluorescent hum barely masked the low murmur of anticipation, a pre-exam jitters symphony that Simran usually found herself immune to. Today, however, a different kind of tension prickled her skin. It wasn't the looming microeconomics test, but the heavy, almost palpable weight of a gaze from across the room. Karan Mehra. His dark eyes, usually cold and dismissive, were fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach clench. The scion of the Mehra empire, a conglomerate that had been locked in a bitter, multi-generational rivalry with her own family’s business, he was her designated nemesis, her gilded cage rival.
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