Arohi woke up early the next morning, the soft light of dawn filtering through the penthouse windows.
She quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, wanting a moment alone.
The hot water of the shower was soothing, washing away the exhaustion of the past days — if only for a while.
She wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out, moisture still clinging to her skin and hair, the steam trailing behind her.
Before she could even reach her room, the door suddenly swung open.
“Ishaan!” she shouted, startled and furious. “How can you just walk into my room like that?”
Ishaan’s eyes locked onto hers, calm but intense.
Without a word, he stepped forward, one hand gently coming up to cover her mouth.
Arohi froze, breath hitching as his other hand slid around her waist, pulling h
