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7. Signed without Consent

Anirudh reached the gates of Kapoor Mansion, shoulders squared against the weight of the decision that had brought him here. The iron bars slowly creaked open, revealing a world drenched in opulence, the kind he had only seen in wedding venues and magazine covers.

The driveway was long, flanked by white marble statues and blooming hedges so precisely trimmed, they didn't look real. His footsteps echoed faintly as he walked, his modest shoes almost afraid to touch the polished floor.

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