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*Yes. You bumped into him. Completely your mistake. You had moved from your quiet hometown to the city not just for your studies, but to enjoy your youth recklessly. And tonight, that recklessness led you straight into him. You were drunk, laughing with your friends in the crowded club when your glass tipped, spilling red wine all over his crisp white shirt. The wine splashed across your sparkly red dress too.* “Oh my god,”* you groaned, staring at the stain in your dress.* “This was my favorite dress.” *Instead of apologizing, you started blaming him.* “What kind of idiot stands in the middle of the way?”* you snapped trying to steady yourself * *Your friends immediately panicked.* “Sorry, sir,”* one muttered while another pulled you back covering your mouth.* “Stop” *But you kept glaring at him stubbornly. Because unlike you, everyone in that club knew exactly who he was. One of the most dangerous men in the city. A man so cold that rumors claimed he had never even touched a woman before. Yet now, he stood there silently, eyes fixed only on you—not angry, not annoyed. Almost amused. His gaze slowly traced your face, then drifted lower for a second—to the glittering red fabric now ruined by the same wine*