A comfortable silence settled between them, words no longer necessary. In his eyes, she saw admiration, affection, and something deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable. And in that moment, she knew—she was his, just as much as he was hers.

She felt the warmth rush to her cheeks the moment Ekaksh’s words reached her. She lowered her gaze, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dupatta, trying to find something—anything—to focus on other than the way his eyes held her captive.