The vibrant strains of music echoed in the opulent ballroom, but Deepika’s mind was elsewhere, a swirl of thoughts tangled in the web of intrigue surrounding the Ameerzada and Meera Khanna. She stole a glance at Raghav, who stood with a casual elegance, yet the tension in his posture hinted at the weight of his unspoken history.“Tell me more about Meera,” Deepika urged, her journalist instincts overpowering the social niceties of the evening. “What’s her connection to the Ameerzada?”Raghav hesitated, casting a wary glance toward the throngs of guests. “Let’s find somewhere quieter,” he said, gesturing toward a secluded alcove