The crash of the waiterβs tray was like a starting pistol, shattering the heavy silence that had descended over their corner of the ballroom. Shards of crystal flew through the air, sparkling like diamonds under the grand chandeliers, but the four people at the center of the storm didn't flinch.
Rudraβs hand shot out with the speed of a striking viper, his fingers wrapping firmly around Reetβs upper arm to pull her back from the spray of glass. The touch was electricβa jolt of raw heat that made her heart raced. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, finding not just a cold businessman, but the man whose memory had haunted her dreams for years.
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