Saira emerged from her room, feeling refreshed after her morning routine. The air inside the Malhotra estate was crisp with the scent of fresh flowers from the garden, and the distant chirping of birds added to the peaceful ambiance.
She stepped into the hallway just as Raj’s door swung open.Raj had stepped out of his room at the same time. His gaze instantly flickered to her, his movements pausing for a fraction of a second.
Their eyes met.
Raj, dressed in his usual sharp black suit, leaned casually against the doorframe. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something calculating in his gaze—like a hunter who had spotted his prey.
Saira, unaware that he had overheard her, simply smiled politely. "Good morning, Raj."
Then, without waiting for a response, she walked past him, heading straight to the dining area.
Raj watched her go, his jaw tightening. Last night. He hadn’t forgotten. The call. The late-night whispers. The damn smile on her face this morning.
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