Rudraveer walked downstairs, already dressed for the day.
He was wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal business suit. The crisp white shirt hugged his broad chest, the jacket fitting his body like it was made only for him. The fabric settled smoothly over his strong shoulders, outlining his tall, well-built frame. His sleeves were neatly cuffed, watch shining subtly on his wrist. Every step he took carried quiet authority, and the way the suit hugged him made him look effortlessly handsome.
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