I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me the moment I saw Ram Jordan’s house, looming in all its three-story, French-style glory. The same house where, six years ago, I had let myself dream, dream of a life, a family, a future with him. Even from the outside, it screamed wealth and power, the kind of luxury that made your chest tighten, your heart beat faster, as though the very air around you was charged with expectation. And now, standing here, I felt that same weight pressing down on me, a familiar heaviness that seemed to thicken the air, make it harder to breathe.The house hadn’t changed much. At least, not enough for me to notice at a glance. But when I looked closely, subtle transformations caught my eye. The grand entrance door was wider, almost as though it could swallow the world whole, and the garden had been transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors, lush greens, soft pastels, bright blooms arranged with a perfection that was both welcoming and intimidating. Every de
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