With deliberate ease, I strolled toward him, my dress flowing like liquid silk around my legs. The soft swish of fabric against my skin was the only sound that accompanied my movements, the city lights casting a soft glow across the terrace.
“You always did prefer the quiet corners,” I murmured, stopping just a few feet away, my gaze drawn to the way the city sprawled beneath us, all bright lights and deep shadows.
Ram didn’t turn to me immediately. Instead, he exhaled slowly, staring out at the skyline, the faintest hint of tension in his posture. The city lights shimmered across his face, making him look more distant than I remembered.
“And you always did prefer the spotlight,” he replied, his voice measured but not without an edge of something. Resignation, maybe? I smiled. “Can’t
