After Bhaskar left, Isha flopped back on the couch, arms spread wide, staring at the chandelier above.
She turned her head, scanning the lavish living room. Marble flooring, velvet curtains, a TV the size of her ego, and furniture that looked too expensive to even sit on. The place was luxurious, but it still felt… empty. Like a fancy five-star hotel room with no soul.
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