Aarav stood outside the grand ballroom, watching as his family and their guests laughed and chatted. His father, Rajiv, was holding court, regaling a group of admirers with stories of his business conquests.

Aarav felt a familiar pang of resentment. He had never been part of these gatherings, never been welcomed as a true member of the family. His mother, a woman Rajiv had loved but never married, had died when Aarav was just a child. And Rajiv, though he had provided for Aarav's material needs, had never shown him love or affection.

As Aarav turned to leave, he caught sight of his half-brother, Kabir, across the room. Kabir was the legitimate son, the one who would inherit Rajiv's empire. Aarav felt a surge of anger and jealousy. Why should Kabir get everything, while he was left with nothing?

Just then, a voice spoke from behind him. "Aarav, you're not going to join the party?"

He turned to see a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. She was beautiful, but there was something more to her, something that drew Aarav in.

"Who are you?" he asked, feeling a spark of curiosity.

"My name is Kiara," she replied, smiling. "And you are...?"

Aarav hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But there was something about Kiara that made him want to open up, to tell her everything.

"I'm Aarav," he said finally. "The unloved heir."

Kiara's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took a step closer to him, her voice low and husky.

"I think you're wrong, Aarav," she said. "I think you're loved more than you know."

Aarav felt a shiver run down his spine as Kiara's words struck a chord deep within him. Could it be true? Could he finally find the love and acceptance he had always craved?

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