The door to Shahnawaz’s room had locked with a heavy click. In that grand, dimly lit room, there was now only the sharp scent of sandalwood and the silence of two souls colliding. Zoya, who always looked everyone in the eye, stood helpless before Shahnawaz’s powerful and masculine presence. Shahnawaz was only in a towel, and the heat radiating from his body brushed against Zoya’s back, sending a shiver through her entire frame.

"Bha-Bhaijaan..." Zoya’s voice came out trembling, tearful, and faint. She still kept her eyes tightly shut, but her lashes fluttered uncontrollably. "Why... why did you lock the gate? Please... let me go. Ammi must be waiting."