Swarna Mahal - Delhi
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Naksh's room, casting golden lines across the marble floor. He stood in front of the mirror, buttoning the last of his crisp white shirt, his black waistcoat already hugging his frame. With practiced ease, he reached for his tailored black coat and slipped it on, adjusting the lapels until they sat sharp and perfect.
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