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Shourya’s hand paused on the doorknob as he stepped into the room. The warm, dim glow of candles bathed the space in flickering shadows, their light dancing across the walls. The faint scent of jasmine hung in the air, mingling with the soft strains of a melody playing somewhere in the background. It felt like she was careful planned something for them, for him , yet nothing about it could have prepared him for what awaited him at the heart of the room.

Jhavni stood there, a vision that seemed to have stepped out of his wildest, most forbidden dreams. The sequin saree shimmered with a tantalizing glow, clinging to her every curve like it had been made for her and her alone. Her bare shoulder caught the flicker of candlelight, the delicate chain of her necklace brushing against her collarbone. Her long hair cascaded down one side, the loose waves framing her face in a way that made her look both innocent and beguiling.

His gaze landed on Jhavni, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Shourya’s breath hitched.   His legs felt rooted to the floor as his eyes swept over her, taking in every detail as if memorizing her. His jaw slackened, and for the first time in his life, he was utterly, completely speechless.

She stood at the center of the space, an ethereal vision draped in black.