The city lights flickered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden haze over the apartment. Ananya’s heart thudded in her chest, loud enough, she feared, to betray her presence. The knock on the door had been sudden, unexpected. Too sudden. Damian’s grip on her hand was firm, grounding, yet his eyes flickered with a mix of mischief and concern.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound calm.
Damian smirked, leaning closer, his forehead almost brushing hers. “And yet, here we are.” His words were a gentle tease, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness that made her pulse quicken.
She glanced toward the living room. The dim light highlighted the expensive furniture, the kind only Damian could own without a second thought. Her eye
