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Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty One.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Shaurya now stood like a statue.

The champagne in his glass had long lost its chill, his hand now gripping the stem so tightly it trembled.

His stare was fixed, dark, unsettling, unblinking. As if the entire crowd had vanished, and only Meera remained.

His Meera.

The o...