Chapter 18

Shanaya was eager to get out of bed that morning.

There was only one person on her mind: Priya.

She had not hoped to get any sleep that night but Dhruv’s comforting arms had put her to rest finally. However, when her eyes opened in the morning, Dhruv wasn’t by her side making her groan in disappointment.

She knew where to find him.

He was in the kitchen, handsome and tall and half-naked—the top half of his body up for staring. The muscles of his back flexed as he flipped the pancake on the pan. Shanaya tried to ignore that but was thankful that it served as a pleasant distraction from the disturbing thoughts in her mind.

“Hey,” she murmured, gathering her hair into a messy bun.

“You’re up early,” he commented, turning around to pass her charming smile. His hair was a disheveled mess—he had just come out of the shower. “Come here,” he urged and pulled her closer before she could protest.

“You smell good,” she said, leaning into his neck. She could stay there all day if tha