Raellyn’s heartbeat surged violently, pounding in her chest like a war drum. The thought that Arnav—her newly wedded husband—would sleep with her tonight wrapped around her thoughts like a shroud, dark and unrelenting. It filled her mind, her blood, her every breath. A swirl of wild, forbidden fantasies mingled with the restless storm of emotions, confusion, anticipation, fear… or was it curiosity that clawed the strongest?
'I look forward to our wedding night.'
That line echoed again in her head, louder now, haunting in its simplicity. It wasn't just a passing statement. tI was a declaration. A deliberate proclamation of intent. He had spoken it not with tenderness, but with something darker. Desire. Power. Possession.
What did that mean for her?
She was still a virgin. A bold one, m
