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Yaram stood on the balcony of his high-rise penthouse, looking down at the city lights. His heart was as cold as the concrete below. He had spent years planning his revenge, hardening his soul against any form of softness. But when Rooh entered his life, she brought an unexpected light that threatened to shatter his walls. She was fragile yet possessed a quiet strength that puzzled him. He wanted to break her spirit to satisfy his anger, but every time he looked into her innocent eyes, something inside him wavered. The battle was not just between them, but within Yaram's own scarred heart.