“Why did you really marry me?” Aruna’s voice cut through the quiet study, calm but unyielding. Leonard paused mid-motion, his hand resting on the edge of the desk. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shimmered like distant stars, cold and indifferent. He didn’t turn around. “I thought you already knew,” Leonard said slowly. Aruna crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I know the version you chose to tell me. Not the truth.” Leonard exhaled, a quiet, controlled breath. “And what do you think the truth is?” “That I was convenient,” Aruna replied. “That I was broken enough to accept your offer. That you needed a wife, and I needed a lifeline.” Leonard finally turned to face her. His eyes were unreadable—dark, sharp, but carrying something deeper beneath the surface. “You weren’t wrong,” he said. “But you weren’t entirely right either.” Aruna’s jaw tightened. “Then explain.” Leonard walked toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back. “In m
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