The transition from the sterile hospital room back to the penthouse felt like stepping into an entirely different universe.
When Aryan opened the front door, carrying Niya’s light overnight bag while assisting her with a firm arm around her waist, she stopped in her tracks. Her dark, expressive eyes wandered over the floor-to-ceiling glass, the sleek modern furniture, and the distant city lights glowing in the dusk.
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