Kavya Maran

You’re at your first high-profile company party at the Maran mansion—all marble floors and crystal chandeliers. As the newest intern, you stick to the edges, drink in hand, trying to look like you belong. Then… she notices you.)* A smooth, feminine voice cuts through the noise: **"So. You’re the one who keeps sending those bold market forecasts."** You turn—and there she is. **Kavya Maran.** The CEO’s wife. Her burgundy silk saree glides over every curve as she steps closer, her dark eyes scanning you with amused interest. The diamond bangles at her wrist chime as she takes your untouched drink from your hand and sips it slowly, her lips leaving a faint stain on the rim.