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The Chauhan Mansion was nothing short of breathtaking. The grand chandeliers, intricately designed marble flooring, and the warm golden hues of the evening lights set an atmosphere of understated luxury. The Malhotras stepped inside, greeted with the scent of fresh roses and sandalwood, a signature of the Chauhan family's elegance. The meeting had been arranged in a traditional yet comfortable setting. The elders-including Aarav Malhotra, Vikram Chauhan, and other senior members-were guided to a separate lounge, where business and marriage discussions would take center stage. Servants moved around, offering expensive teas and refreshments, ensuring that no one was left unattended.
Meanwhile, the younger generation was led to an adjoining hall, filled with plush sofas and an inviting warmth that encouraged conversations. Ishaani and her friends, along with her younger cousins, settled in, only to realize that Rivaan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is the groom-to-be?" teased Kabir, smirking as he leaned back against the couch.
"Busy with work, obviously," Aayansh added with an eye roll. "Bhai never misses an important call, even if it's his engagement being discussed."
"Classic Rivaan," their sister Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. "I bet he's pacing around in his office, completely unaware of the fact that we're all waiting for him."
The room buzzed with light gossip and chatter, an amusing contrast to the heavy discussions taking place in the elders' lounge. The evening was just beginning, and while the families exchanged pleasantries, fate had already set the wheels in motion for what was to come.
The room buzzed with laughter, warmth, and the sound of playful banter. The Chauhan cousins-Rhea, Kabir, and Aayansh-were in their element, their effortless camaraderie blending seamlessly with my own friends. It felt easy. Natural. Like I belonged.
Rhea, Kabir, and Aayansh-Rivaan's cousins-were at the heart of the conversations, their banter filling the space with laughter. Ishaani had just entered with Aanya and Samar, settling herself amongst the group.
"Oh, finally! The bride-to-be has graced us with her presence," Kabir teased, flashing a grin.
I rolled My eyes, crossing my arms. "Very funny, Kabir."
Rhea smirked. "You better get used to it, bhabhi. We aren't letting you go without pulling your leg."
Aayansh chuckled. "So, bhabhi are you excited or terrified?"
I forced a polite smile, trying to ignore the bubbling nervousness in my chest. "Neither," she replied, shaking her head. "I'm just here for the fries."
I slipped into the space beside Advik, who, as expected, immediately had something to say.
"Ah, the princess finally arrives." He smirked, his tone dripping with fake exasperation. "What took you so long, Malhotra? Were you writing an essay on 'How to Steal Food'?"
I scoffed. "Unlike you, Verma, I have dignity."
"Says the person eyeing my fries like a starved criminal."
I gasped dramatically. "Excuse me?! Sharing is caring, Advik!"
Before he could react, I swiftly swiped a handful of fries from his plate, stuffing one into my mouth with a victorious grin.
"Ishaani, you menace!" Advik groaned, nudging me playfully as the others burst into laughter.
"Survival of the fittest, Verma. Stay sharp."
His eyes narrowed before he flicked my forehead-a light, teasing gesture, but one that made me gasp in outrage.
"Oh, it's war now!" I swatted his arm, but he dodged, smirking.
"You started it, little sister."
I gasped dramatically. "Excuse me! Those are mine!" she huffed, trying to grab some before Advik snatched more.
Aanya shook her head, watching the two bicker. "Here we go again."
Rhea giggled. "This is better than a comedy show."
Kabir smirked. "Ishaani, you sure you aren't secretly Advik's long-lost sister?"
Advik chuckled, flicking my forehead playfully. "Adopted sister, maybe."
I scowled at him, swatting his arm. "I'm going to throw you out of here."
Aayansh shook his head, amused. "If only your so-called fights weren't over something as childish as fries."
The playful banter continued, with everyone laughing at Ishaani and Advik's antics. It was lighthearted, comfortable-until the atmosphere shifted.
We were now playfully wrestling over a plate of fries, much to the amusement of everyone else. Kabir was egging him on, Aayansh was laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch, and Rhea was recording the entire thing on her phone.
"Come on, Jiju! Don't let her win!"Samar hooted.
"Ishaani, fight for your rights! Fries are sacred!" Aanya cheered.
A sudden hush fell over the room, as if a silent storm had just entered. Ishaani felt it before she saw him-an unmistakable presence that made the air heavier.
Rivaan was here.
He stood there, tall and commanding, exuding an aura of silent dominance. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed-too relaxed-but his eyes told a different story.
Those dark, piercing irises were locked onto me. Or rather, onto Advik and me.
Something flickered in them. Something sharp.
His gaze dropped-to the minimal space between Advik and me, to the way his hand had just flicked my forehead, to how I was laughing so freely in his presence.
His jaw tightened. His fingers curled at his sides.
For a second, I wondered if I imagined it, but the undeniable tension in the air told me otherwise.
My grip on the fries slackened.
He didn't say a word. He didn't need to.
But the way he was looking at me? Like something was burning inside him, something raw and territorial?
The room stayed still for a second before Kabir let out a low whistle. "Uh-oh."
Rhea snickered under her breath. "This is about to get interesting."
Oblivious to Rivaan's intense stare, Ishaani was mid-argument with Advik when she finally sensed the change in atmosphere. She turned, her laughter dying in her throat as her eyes met his.
Rivaan's gaze was unreadable, but there was something unmistakably dark in the way he looked at her. Like a silent warning. Like a claim.
And suddenly, the fight over fries didn't seem so important anymore.
As he stepped into the sitting area, the first thing Rivaan saw was Ishaani. Seated comfortably among his cousins and friends, she was laughing-completely at ease. But what made his jaw tighten was the man sitting beside her.
Advik.
For a moment, jealousy flared in his chest, raw and unbidden. The sight of Ishaani playfully swatting Advik's arm, the way they bickered like they'd known each other forever-it unsettled him. He didn't like it.
Then, recognition struck. Advik wasn't just anyone-he was a businessman. A well-known name in the corporate world. Rivaan had come across him a few times in business circles. And now, here he was, seated far too close to Ishaani for his liking.
Then, as if nothing had happened, his mother's voice broke the tension.
"Rivaan, beta," Anjali called warmly. "Why don't you show Ishaani around the house?"
"Of course," he said smoothly.
Before he could move, Aanya's voice rang out. "Oh! Rivaan, meet Advik-my fiancé."
Fiancé.
The word rang in his mind, and his stance relaxed-just a little. His gaze flickered to Advik, reevaluating him now with less irritation.
"I've met him before," Rivaan acknowledged, nodding curtly.
Advik grinned. "Didn't think we'd be family soon."
Rivaan merely hummed in response before turning to Ishaani. "Shall we?"
She blinked, caught off guard. "Uh-where?"
"My mother asked me to give you a tour."
Around them, his cousins were already snickering.
"Ohhh, alone time already?" Kabir smirked.
Rhea grinned. "Enjoy your private tour, bhabhi."
Aayansh chuckled. "Don't get lost in his room, Ishaani."
Ishaani groaned. "You all are impossible."
Rivaan, completely unfazed, held out his hand. "Let's go."
Ishaani hesitated for a moment before finally standing, sending one last glare toward the grinning cousins. As she walked past him, Rivaan smirked to himself.
Maybe their teasing wasn't so bad after all.
I took her for a tour to house
I stood frozen at the entrance of his room-our room. The weight of those words pressed against my chest, suffocating yet strangely thrilling. The grand space before me screamed Rivaan-elegance, control, power. It smelled like him too-a mix of cedarwood and something dangerously addictive that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
But stepping inside felt... final. A commitment I wasn't sure I was ready for.
"Ishaani," his deep voice broke my trance, pulling me from my swirling thoughts.
I turned to look at him, my heart hammering at the quiet intensity in his gaze. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew me in even as my instincts screamed to hold back.
"This is your room too now. Please come in."
My fingers curled into my dupatta, the fabric a flimsy barrier against the storm of emotions raging within me. I didn't know why I hesitated-fear, maybe? The fear of losing myself in him, of surrendering to the intoxicating pull that was Rivaan. But as if sensing my turmoil, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us, his presence enveloping me like a thick fog.
His warm fingers brushed against my wrist-gentle, reassuring. "Trust me," he whispered, and the sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
And just like that, I found myself stepping inside, crossing an invisible threshold that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
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.
I ran my hands over the silk sheets, my gaze taking in every inch of the room-massive windows overlooking the city, dark furniture that exuded sophistication, soft golden lights casting a warm glow. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. It felt like a dream, and I was afraid to wake up.
But before I could take in more, strong arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me backward.
A gasp left my lips as my back hit a hard chest, the heat radiating from him igniting a fire within me. Before I could react, Rivaan spun me around and pinned me against the wall, caging me in his powerful embrace.
My breath hitched as my hands pressed against his chest, trying to create space, but Rivaan didn't budge. His stormy eyes bore into mine, dark and unreadable, burning with something... dangerous.
His fingers traced my jaw, featherlight yet possessive, sending electric currents through my skin. "Tell me, why was Advik so close to you?"
His voice was low, almost a growl. Threatening. Jealous.
I swallowed hard, trying to control the sudden racing of my pulse. "We were fighting over fries," I mumbled, the absurdity of my words hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
Silence enveloped us, thick and charged.
Then, he let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as if my answer amused him. "Fighting over fries," he repeated, his thumb grazing my lower lip, igniting a spark that made my heart race. "I don't care if it was over the last drop of oxygen, Ishaani." His grip on my waist tightened, his body pressing closer, a possessive barrier that left no room for doubt. "No one-no man-gets to come close to you except me. Do you understand?"
I sucked in a sharp breath, my knees turning weak under the weight of his dominance. The intensity of his gaze made me feel both vulnerable and alive, a thrilling contradiction that left me breathless.
"You... you're being unreasonable," I whispered, forcing myself to look away, but the heat of his body was intoxicating, drawing me back in.
Rivaan tilted my chin back to him, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "Am I? Then why aren't you pushing me away?"
My breath caught, the question hanging between us like a taut string ready to snap. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the raw energy crackling in the air. I was torn between the urge to resist and the undeniable pull to surrender.
In that moment, I realized that this was more than just a room-it was a battleground for my heart, a place where desire and fear collided. And as Rivaan's gaze bore into mine, I knew I was standing on the precipice of something dangerously beautiful. Would I leap into the unknown, or would I hold back, forever wondering what could have been?
My breath caught.
Before I could gather my thoughts, his lips brushed against my neck, igniting a jolt of heat that coursed through my veins like wildfire. I gasped, my fingers instinctively digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself to the moment.
Then-a sharp sting.
A gasp escaped me before I could stop it, a sound that felt foreign yet achingly familiar. The sensation burned and tingled at the same time, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. Possessive. Branding. Claiming.
I should stop him. I should slap him.
But my body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I had never anticipated. Heat coiled deep within me, a molten core that throbbed with every heartbeat. My heart pounded like a war drum, each thud echoing the conflict within me. I hated that I craved this, that I wanted more.
As his lips trailed along the skin he'd just marked, soothing the sting with a sinful slowness, I felt my resolve begin to crumble. My lashes fluttered shut, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped me. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, and it sent a thrill racing through me, making my toes curl in response.
"You're mine," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and possessive, wrapping around me like a silken thread.
And I hated that a part of me-a very small, treacherous part of me-liked hearing that. The words resonated deep within, stirring something primal and wild. Did I want to be his? The thought sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me, a heady mix of desire and defiance.
Just as suddenly as it happened, he pulled back, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless. I could feel the heat radiating from my neck, where his lips had been, and my fingers instinctively flew to the spot, tracing the mark he'd left behind.
What was happening to me? I was torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was ready to embrace the chaos he brought into my life.
Just as suddenly as it happened, he pulled back, watching me with an intensity that left me breathless. My fingers instinctively flew to my neck, my skin tingling where his lips had been.
He smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Don't bother hiding it, sweetheart. I like seeing my mark on you."
My cheeks flamed. This man!
Before I could unleash my wrath, he gently pulled me toward the bed, his grip firm yet careful, as if I were something fragile. My breath hitched when he crouched before me, his hands resting on either side of my thighs, caging me in. His gaze, usually sharp and unreadable, held something different now-something deeper, something dangerously tender.
"Tell me, Ishaani," his voice was softer than I had ever heard it, yet it carried an unshakable intensity. His dark eyes searched mine, desperate for answers. "Why did you refuse for marriage?"
A cold weight settled in my chest. I looked away, gripping the fabric of my dress as if it could anchor me. "Because... I hate marriages. I hate emotional attachments."
The silence that followed was deafening.
I expected anger. I expected frustration, maybe even mockery. But when I finally dared to look at him, I found none of those things. Instead, Rivaan simply stared at me. Not with judgment. Not with impatience. But with something far more unsettling-understanding.
And before I could react, his hands gripped my waist, and in one swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap.
I gasped, my hands flying to his chest, pushing against him. "Rivaan! Let me go-"
His arms only tightened around me, locking me in place. His warmth seeped into me, his scent-a mix of spice and something uniquely him-wrapped around my senses, making my thoughts sluggish.
"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Just let me hold you for a moment."
I stiffened. My heart pounded against my ribs, so loud I was certain he could hear it. Every nerve in my body screamed that this was too close, too much... yet, I didn't feel trapped.
I felt... safe.
He held me as if letting go wasn't an option-as if I were something precious, something irreplaceable. His embrace wasn't just possessive; it was desperate. Like he had found something he never intended to love, yet now couldn't imagine losing.
"You can't just-"
"I can," he cut me off, his voice like silk and steel, his fingers tightening slightly on my waist. "And I will. Every time you try to push me away."
My breath hitched.
I should have hated this. Should have loathed how he thought he could stake his claim on me so easily. But the truth I didn't want to admit?
I didn't hate it.
"Ishaani, I know you're scared," he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. "I don't know what made you believe love and marriage are something to hate, but I swear on everything I have... I will never hurt you."
His voice cracked slightly, and that crack-tiny but raw-sent a shiver through me.
I swallowed hard, my resolve shaking. "Rivaan, I-
"I will love you so much that you won't have space left in your heart for fear," he murmured, his lips grazing my temple. "Ishaani... I will love you to infinity."
The words sank into me, melting something I had thought was frozen forever.
A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.
"Bhai, Bhabhi! Elders are calling you downstairs," Kabir's voice rang from the hallway.
I exhaled, thankful for the distraction, and moved to stand-only to be pulled back into his arms.
My eyes widened. "Rivaan-"
He buried his face in my hair, his arms locking around me like iron. His breathing was uneven, almost shaky, as if he were afraid that the second he let go, I would disappear.
"Just for a few minutes," he whispered, his voice so soft, so vulnerable, it made my heart ache. "Please, Ishaani."
I froze.
I hate being touched. I never let anyone-never let my friends, my family-hold me like this. It always made me feel caged, suffocated.
But with him?
I felt warmth. I felt... home.
Hesitantly, as if my body was acting on its own, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around him.
He exhaled sharply, like he had been waiting for this moment forever. His grip tightened almost painfully, his fingers fisting the fabric of my dress as though letting go would be unbearable.
He needed this
He needed me.
And for the first time, the terrifying part wasn't that he refused to let me go.
It was that I didn't want him to.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled back just enough to look at me-only to smirk.
"You fit perfectly," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something dark, something possessive.
I glared at him, pushing against his chest. "Rivaan, you're impossible-"
"Ishaani." His grip on my waist tightened again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I will never let you go."
And the most terrifying part?
A part of me didn't want him to.
I frowned in confusion-until I caught his eyes flickering to my neck.
My hand shot up instinctively to cover the love bite, but his smirk widened.
I glared at him.
He winked.
And as we walked downstairs, I knew one thing for certain-
This man was going to be the death of me.
The warmth of Ishaani's body pressed against his was something Rivaan never knew he craved until now. Her hesitant arms wrapped around him, her petite frame melting into his for those fleeting moments. He held her tighter, breathing in the soft scent of roses lingering in her hair, wanting to freeze this moment forever.
But all too soon, she pulled away, her eyes flickering with something between nervousness and annoyance. He smirked. She might act tough, but she wasn't unaffected by him.
As they made their way downstairs, Rivaan's gaze lingered on the faint mark he had left on her neck, partially hidden by her cascading hair. His smirk deepened. His mark on her. His claim.
Ishaani shot him a glare as if daring him to say something, but he only raised a brow, his expression teasing.
"You can glare all you want, jaan, but that mark isn't going anywhere," he whispered, leaning close as they reached the last step.
Ishaani gasped, stepping away from him, her cheeks tinted with color. "You-"
Before she could finish, Kabir walked past them, smirking. "Took you two long enough. The elders were about to send a search party."
Rhea, standing beside him, gave them a knowing look. "Bhabhi, you look a little flustered. Everything okay?"
Ishaani straightened, flipping her hair to ensure the mark was hidden. "Perfectly fine," she said, shooting a pointed look at Rivaan.
Rivaan chuckled under his breath. Oh, this was going to be fun.
But as much as he loved teasing her, a more serious thought nagged at him. Her words upstairs-I hate marriages. I hate emotional attachments. It wasn't just a casual statement; it was something deeper, something that came from a place of hurt.
And Rivaan wasn't the type to let things go unanswered.
She would be his. Completely. And if there were walls around her heart, he would break through every single one of them.
With that thought, he extended his hand toward her.
"Shall we, meri jaan?"
She hesitated for a second before placing her hand in his. And that was enough for now.
Because no matter how much she resisted, he had already decided-
Ishaani Malhotra was his.
Forever.
The moment they reached the living room, all the elders were already gathered, their expressions holding something important. Rivaan's gaze flickered to Ishaani, watching her shift uneasily. He tightened his grip on her hand, silently grounding her.
Then, his grandfather finally spoke, his deep voice echoing in the room.
"The wedding date has been fixed. Three weeks from now."
The words settled in the air like a bomb. Ishaani's eyes widened as she whipped her head toward them. "Three weeks? That's too soon! How will everything be planned? And Aanya's wedding is next week-"
Before she could finish, Rivaan smoothly cut in, his voice unwavering. "Everything will be arranged, jaan. Don't worry."
His family chuckled at his impatience, his mother shaking her head with a teasing smile. "Look at him, already so restless to get married. I swear I've never seen you this eager for anything before, beta."
His chachu smirked. "At this rate, I won't be surprised if he tries to move the wedding to next week."
Laughter filled the room, and Rivaan smirked but said nothing. If it were up to him, he'd have married her tomorrow.
Then, his father's voice rang out, calm and gentle. "Ishaani, if you aren't ready, we can postpone it."
Ishaani stilled. There was something unexpectedly warm in his words-something she wasn't used to. Her father had never asked her opinion, never cared about her wishes. But before she could even process the moment, her father spoke up.
"She's just getting nervous," Mr. Malhotra said briskly. "Don't worry, everything will be done on time."
And just like that, any chance she had to speak disappeared. She clenched her fists, forcing a nod, even as frustration flickered in her eyes.
Rivaan saw it all.
His jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything-for now. There was a time for everything.
The elders soon left to continue discussing arrangements, leaving the youngsters behind.
As soon as the elders left the room, Ishaani exhaled, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her wedding was just three weeks away. Before she could process it, Rivaan leaned closer, his signature smirk in place.
"Thinking of ways to escape already?" he teased.
Ishaani crossed her arms. "Escape? Please, I was just wondering how I'll tolerate you for a lifetime. Three weeks seem too long already."
His smirk widened. "Oh? So eager to marry me that you want to speed up the process?"
Ishaani rolled her eyes. "Oo Mr LAAD GOVERNOR my world doesn't revolve just around you I meant three weeks of your annoying presence is unbearable.
Before Rivaan could respond, the front door burst open, and three tall figures strode in-Zayan, Karan, and Vivaan, his best friends.
"Finally!" Zayan announced, dramatically throwing his hands in the air. "The great Rivaan Chauhan is getting married. And to someone who isn't scared of him? I need popcorn for this!"
Karan whistled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I've never seen anyone talk back to him like that. Usually, one glare from Rivaan is enough to send people running."
Vivaan smirked. "And here she is, serving comebacks like it's her life's mission."
Rivaan shot them a glare but turned back to Ishaani. "See what you've done? My own friends are doubting my dominance."
Ishaani smirked. "Oh, I'm just getting started."
Zayan leaned against the couch. "Wait, let's test this. Ishaani, hit him with your best savage reply."
Ishaani didn't hesitate. "Rivaan, if you were the last man on Earth, I'd still demand a refund."
The room erupted into laughter while Rivaan clutched his chest dramatically. "Wow. My own fiancée, breaking my heart before the wedding. Should I be worried?"
Ishaani tapped her chin. "Maybe you should. There's still time to run."
Karan chuckled. "Damn, I never thought I'd see the day Rivaan gets verbally destroyed and actually enjoys it."
Vivaan nodded. "And he's not even mad! Usually, one glare from him is enough to shut people up, but here he is, grinning like an idiot."
Rivaan sighed dramatically and pulled Ishaani closer by the waist, making her eyes widen. "Fine, fine. You can have your little victory now. But just remember, Mrs. Chauhan, you'll be stuck with me forever."
Ishaani huffed. "Let's see who survives this forever."
Zayan whistled. "Oh man, this wedding is going to be a riot."
Karan clapped. "To Rivaan and Ishaani-the power couple we never expected but desperately needed!"
The teasing, laughter, and playful banter continued, while Rivaan's best friends enjoyed every second of watching someone finally keep up with him.
"You should see the way he looks at you, bhabhi ," Kabir snickered. "It's like he's planning to kidnap you before the wedding even happens."
Ishaani rolled her eyes, while Rivaan simply smirked. Not a bad idea.
"I say we all take bets on how long before Rivaan does something dramatic just to claim her again," Rhea added with a grin.
"I don't need to claim what's already mine," Rivaan said smoothly, making Ishaani's breath hitch.
The teasing continued until Aanya and Aadvik finally stood up.
"Well, now that we have a wedding in three weeks, don't forget mine is next week," Aanya reminded, grinning. "You all better be there."
"And consider this your official invitation, Chauhan family," Aadvik added.
Everyone bid their goodbyes, and soon, Ishaani found herself in a car with her friends.
The moment the doors closed, Samar turned around with a wicked grin. "So, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Chauhan, how does it feel?"
Ishaani groaned. "Not you too."
"Oh, definitely me too," he smirked. "Rivaan looks at you like you're his entire damn world. Admit it, Ishaani, you're enjoying this."
Before she could retort, her phone buzzed. So did everyone else's.
A new message popped up in the group chat Samar had created, including her, Rivaan, their friends, and cousins.
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Samar: Shopping tomorrow for Aanya's wedding. No excuses. Everyone is coming. Even the over-possessive fiancé.
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Ishaani stared at the message before sighing. She already knew tomorrow was going to be chaotic.
And with Rivaan there?
Ishaani smiled, shaking her head. But before she could put her phone away, another message came in.
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Raavan (Rivaan): Wear something pretty tomorrow, love. I want everyone to see what's mine.
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Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced out the window, trying to calm her racing pulse, but one thought refused to leave her mind.
Rivaan Chauhan was going to drive her insane.
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