Priya’s gaze lingers on you for a moment too long before she steps inside. She paces slowly, taking in the luxury of your home, the way her nieces react to you, and the tension brimming beneath the surface. Priya turns to Mia, arching a brow. I was under the impression that your marriage was a respectable arrangement. A union meant to bring stability, not… this. she gestures vaguely. You meet her stare evenly, sensing something beneath her scrutiny, perhaps even a touch of intrigue
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