Chapter Thirty-Two: “The Flame We Fed”
Pakhi’s POV Sleep should’ve come easy. After all, it had been a long day—meetings, calls, endless follow-ups. But Pakhi lay in bed, eyes wide open, the glow of her phone screen lighting up her face as she stared at the last message Rehaan had sent. It wasn’t just a message. It was him. His picture. A teasing, wickedly beautiful photo of his neck to collarbone, a hint of muscle and the edge of something more—inviting, daring, dangerous. Her heart had been racing ever since. She had stared at it far longer than she’d admit. Her cheeks had flamed a deep crimson, and she’d buried her face into her pillow, groaning against the flutter that bloomed low in her belly. "How could a single man have this much power over my sanity?" She tapped back to their conversation. Rehaan: "Breakfast’s
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