The sun was setting over the sprawling city of Mumbai, casting a warm glow over the crowded streets and towering buildings. Priya stood at the edge of the rooftop terrace, looking out at the orange and pink sky. She had always loved this view, but tonight it felt different. Tonight, she was torn between two men.

On one side was Raj, her childhood sweetheart. They had grown up together, their families intertwined like the branches of a tree. Raj was kind, loyal, and steady – everything Priya could ever want in a husband. But he was also a supporter of capitalism and opulence, something that Priya found increasingly difficult to reconcile with her growing desire for social justice.

But then there was Arav, the dashing young journalist she had met at a party a few months ago. Arav was passionate and adventurous, always pushing Priya to try new things and see the world in a different light. He was also a fervent nationalist, dedicated to the cause of better society and helping the poor. He made Priya feel alive in a way that Raj never had, but their differing political beliefs often led to heated debates and strained their relationship.

As Priya struggled with her feelings, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Raj approaching, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

”I have s

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