Ananya had always known that Damian was mysterious. But tonight, the layers of his secrecy were starting to unravel in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
It began with a simple dinner invitation at his penthouse—a casual night, or so he had said. The city skyline glittered like a thousand scattered diamonds, reflecting in the polished glass of the dining table. Damian had been uncharacteristically pensive, his sharp features softened by a shadow of contemplation.
“Something on your mind?” Ananya asked, stirring her drink nervously. She had been trying to ignore the strange feeling that had been gnawing at her all day—the sense that he was holding back more than usual.
Damian’s hand paused mid-motion, as though considering whether to answer. Then, with a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, he sa
