The long black car finally came to a smooth stop outside the magnificent venue. Aniruddh stepped out first, his presence commanding, the sharp lines of his suit proclaiming his victory. He then offered his hand, and Bondita placed her gloved fingers in his, taking a deep, shaky breath as he helped her gracefully alight from the vehicle. The heavy crimson velvet flowed around her.
Her eyes, wide and nervous, immediately fell upon the crowd gathered outside the entrance a flurry of well-dressed Londoners and, more intimidatingly, a host of reporters with flashing big stand cameras and hurried notebooks.
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