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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a commoner, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths collided in a bustling marketplace, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofconsequences. Stolen moments of affection fueled