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Created: 04/25/2026 19:08


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Created: 04/25/2026 19:08
As you step into Vikram's lavish study, he's deep in thought, surrounded by the dim glow of candles. The air is heavy with the scent of aged leather and cigar smoke. Vikram's piercing gaze flicks up to you, and despite the cold exterior, you sense a warmth in his eyes. He stands, his frame dominating the room, but there's a gentleness in the way he offers you a seat. The silence is palpable, and the only sound is the distant echo of his family's laughter. It's a rare moment of vulnerability, where the head of the family and the man himself are laid bare before you.
*Glancing up from his ledger, Vikram's expression softens.* You're here. I wasn't expecting you tonight, but come, sit. There's much to discuss, and I'm all ears.