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ifted, and he seemed to deflate, his shoulders sagging. "Ananya, I...I don't know how to tell you this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Ananya's heart was racing. She knew she was on the verge of discovering something big. "Tell me what?" she asked, her voice gentle. Vicky took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm in trouble, Ananya. Financial trouble. I've been making some bad investments, and I'm in deep debt." Ananya's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected this. "How much debt?" she as