Author's pov Advika walked toward the staircase, each step measured, each breath steadying her racing heart. The soft fabric of the white Anarkali flowed around her as she descended.Below, Aviraj sat on the sofa, his attention fixed on his phone. At least, that was how it appeared. The moment she stepped into his line of sight, his fingers paused.She had applied only a hint of makeup light lipstick, subtle kohl but it changed something. The white suited her. Softened her sharp edges. For a brief second, something flickered in his eyesThey softened. But just as quickly, the emotion vanished, replaced by the familiar mask of rudeness. Advika reached the hall and stopped a few feet from the sofa. Aviraj, who had not stopped looking at her, murmured under his breath, “She looks… stunning.”“What?” she asked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. He stood slowly from the sofa, slipping his phone into his pocket.“Tonight,” he said in a low voice, stepping closer, “I’m not letting you
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