เข้าสู่ระบบLiam Pov I followed Uncle into a dimly lit room with faded walls and a dusty window. It was small and plain, but clean. A few neatly folded clothes lay on a metal chair and a taped charger beside them. The bed sagged a little in the middle, but was covered with a thin, carefully spread sheet. From the way everything was arranged, I could tell this must be his room.He gestured for me to sit on the bed, but I remained standing.“Without any other chit-chat, I’ll come directly to the point,” He said, his voice a notch higher. “Do you even understand the consequences of what you’ve done? This is India, not New York. Here, this is a taboo. A man and a woman who are not related, spending a whole night together—people will tear her reputation apart.” He paused to take a breath, chest heaving and breathe rugged.“Can I get you some water?” I asked softly, concerned. I moved from my place to help him to sit but he showed me his palm and I stood still. “No need.” His voice snapped. “Tell me
Sanjana Pov Liam stretched out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me up, and together we started toward the road. What had seemed so distant and lost in the night was, in truth, quite near. In no time, we reached our rental car . The drive back to the house was painfully silent. The storm had cleared, leaving behind a world washed and clean, every tree, every slope, everything, till where your eyes can see, is shining under the pale winter sun. But inside me, the storm hadn’t ended yet. Liam kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched, his knuckle turned white from gripping the steering wheel tightly. I could sense he was rehearsing what to say when we reached home, but the words wouldn’t come that easily. Not after a night that had changed everything. The moment we stepped into the courtyard, the door flew open. Kabir stood there, his face pale, bags under his eyes from sleepless night, worry etched on his face, eyes blazing with anger. My uncle was not far away . His express
Sanjana POV As the first light of dawn peeked through the cottage windows, everything lit up in a soft golden glow. I was sitting there, wrapped in Liam’s coat, listening to the birds chirpingoutside. Outside, everything looked calm and untouched, almost innocent, but inside me, everything felt different. I had lost my innocence. How will I face mama? I gave into the demand of my body but didn’t think of the consequences. Inspite of his numerous warning I did what he feared most. My logical reasoning was thrown away by the physical needs. My eyes started to sting but I blinked them. My thoughts were disrupted when I saw Liam stirring beside me, breaking the peaceful silence we had shared all night. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then smiled at me, that sleepy, charming smile that made my heart race. “Morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “Morning,” I replied quietly, trying to smile back even though my heart was pounding. He studied my face, c
Sanjana POV Liam’s phone felt surprisingly heavy in my palm, so warm that it almost pulsed against my skin. I lifted my gaze to him, feeling utterly helpless as the flickering light from the small window caught the contours of his face—an ever-present blend of calm and concern that somehow steadied my racing heart. “I… I don’t remember his number,” I murmured again, my voice barely a whisper. How could I forget something so important? What kind of person forgets such important information at a time like this? The words tasted bitter on my tongue, like failure. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and lines of worry etched across my forehead like cracks forming in glass. If I could just think clearly… if I could just stop shaking… maybe I could fix this. With a sudden thump, I sank onto the floor near the window. The wooden boards were cold beneath me, their chill seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes. Snowflakes slipped in through the slight opening of the window,
Sanjana POV The next few days passed in recording, editing, and my playful banter with Liam and Kabir. We had grown quite close. Kabir is like the best friend I had always longed for—steady, funny, and kind. As for Liam, I can’t name the feelings I have for him.That day, I had opened my heart to him. He hadn’t acknowledged it, but neither had he denied anything. In the beginning, he kept his distance and spoke only, when it was necessary, but within two to three days, he had thrown his caution out of the window. Now, he was comfortable with me.You know, today I’m on cloud nine. After yesterday’s session, Liam announced that there would be no recording the next day. It will be a holiday. And then he asked me to show him around.Last night, it had snowed heavily, and I was afraid I would miss my chance. But now, the sun shone brightly, and the morning air was crisp and cool. I didn’t want to waste the day. I wanted to wander through the streets of Kashmir with Liam by my side. The fr
Liam Pov The next morning, the air in the studio felt distinctly different, as if that very air had shifted. Or perhaps it was just me. After what Kabir had said last night here in the studio, every step toward the recording booth carried a heaviness I couldn’t shake off. His words had made a distinctive impact on my mind, and now, walking through these familiar halls, I felt like a man walking toward something inevitable, something I wasn’t ready to name. The polished floors reflected the dim golden lights overhead, but even their glow couldn’t ease the storm brewing inside me. As I approached the recording booth, I saw that Sanjana was already preparing. She stood by the microphone, adjusting her headphones with practised care. She absently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. A gesture that I had started to notice more than I should. Through the glass, our eyes met. She offered me a tentative smile—a small yet radiant smile that added a flicker of warmth to the otherwise cool







