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The restaurant was quiet in the way expensive places always are—soft lights, muted conversations, glass clinking like secrets being exchanged politely.Serena had chosen it well.Aarav arrived first.That alone told Mira everything.She walked in moments later, heels steady, spine straight, heart loud but not visible. Aarav glanced up, relief flashing for half a second before discipline took over.“You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured.Mira pulled the chair beside him and sat.“You invited me into the truth,” she said calmly. “This is part of it.”Across the table, Serena smiled like she’d been waiting for this exact sentence.“Welcome, Mira,” she said smoothly. “I was