The lights came back on. And Zayren was standing right in front of her. “What was that video?” she demanded, shock turning into anger. His jaw tightened. “What do you think, Sarang?” he replied evenly. Frustration boiled over. She grabbed his collar tightly. “I don’t know anything! Is this another one of your games?” she accused, suspecting manipulation, another twisted attempt to control her emotions. His expression hardened. “I am not playing any game, Sarang,” he said firmly, his voice low. Suddenly, he pulled her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his forehead against hers. The closeness startled her. She released his collar and pushed against his chest. “Let me go,” she whispered sharply, struggling against his hold, unsure whether she was more afraid of the video she had seen… or the man standing so close to her now. “The video is from the day we were supposed to get married,” Zayren said and the moment the words left his mouth, Sarang stopped s
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