Chapter 32

It was a while before Shanaya realized what she was doing. Wrapped up sobbing in Dhruv’s embrace, standing in a dark part of some corner of the villa—while the party music played faintly in her ears was not how she had imagined spending her evening.

But the front of Dhruv’s shirt was soaked with her tears. If not for her waterproof makeup, she would have found some kohl there too.

Sniffing, she moved away slowly—not yet prepared to meet Dhruv’s eyes. Shanaya heard him draw in a breath as he gently pushed aside the strands of her hair stuck to the side of her face.

“I’m a mess,” she said, sighing softly. Her voice was yet to go bak to sounding normal. She had allowed herself to be swept away by her emotions. When she saw Dhruv’s face, she found him looking at her as if studying her outfit.

“A hot mess,” he concluded, shrugging.

She swatted his arm, scowling. “Shut up, Dhruv.”

He took a step back, placing some distance between them. “I won’t deny it. You had me speechless when y