Three days into the project, Aanya had finally found a rhythm.
She woke early, walked the site with Bhanwar Singh before the heat got bad, spent the afternoons in the small office Karan had cleared out for her near the east wing, and tried, mostly successfully, to stay far away from anywhere Aarav Singh Rathore might be standing. It wasn't hard. He spent his days in his glass office or on calls with people in Mumbai, and the few times their paths crossed in a corridor, he gave her a short nod and nothing else, like she was a piece of furniture that had been moved into the wrong room and he hadn't decided yet whether to complain about it.
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