Khushi's lips twitched in her sleep, drawing Arnav's gaze to her serene face. He traced his fingers gently along her brow, smoothing the faint crease that had settled there. His touch lingered, trailing softly down her face and neck. Her bare shoulders glowed in the semi-darkness, porcelain and delicate - an exquisite vision that was devastating to his senses.
"I'm sorry, Khushi," he murmured low, grasping her hand as it rested against his bare chest. Khushi stirred under the covers, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. "You flew too close to the sun."
Gently easing himself from her embrace, Arnav slipped off the bed and strolled to the glass wall. The first light of dawn was just beginning to touch the sky. He picked up his phone and made the call.
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"Aman, I need you to do something for me."
***
Khushi woke with a start. The early morning rays seeped through the glass walls, creeping across the bedroom floor and casting a golden hue on the beige carpet. She was alone on the bed, clutching the duvet tightly to her chest.
A slow warmth spread through her, and memories of the previous night unfurled in a whirlwind of passion. Arnav had carried her to the bed, and she had clung to him, pulling him down beside her. She'd stared at his face, tracing every feature with her eyes, memorizing it as if he might vanish at any moment.
When her need to feel every part of him overwhelmed her, she had claimed his lips, refusing to let go. Her passion simmered with frustration at his unyielding self-control. His hands had gripped her shoulders, arms, and waist with a steady hold, restraining her advances yet radiating a warmth that gently soothed her restless desire.
Her cheeks flushed as she recalled the moment his defenses crumbled. Her pleas, mingled with sobs, had finally broken through, and when he had given in, there was no turning back. She slapped her hands over her face and let out a soft whine. There was no denying that their relationship had now changed irrevocably.
The worst part was that her behavior remained unexplainable to him. Arnav was still completely in the dark about her visions. To him, she was nothing more than a historian who shared his passion for uncovering the past.
But last night had been different. Khushi had entered a trance-like state, unlike anything she'd experienced before. It hadn't been in her dreams - she had been on her feet when he found her. A thrill of fear shot through her at the thought: what if it happened again? What if she suffered another episode, in a time or place where she least expected it?
A fresh wave of embarrassment swept over her as she noticed her laundered clothes folded neatly by the dressing table. Wrapping herself in the duvet, she slipped off the bed. She did her best to ignore the glaring evidence that this was Arnav's suite. His presence was everywhere - his belongings, his scent - all making her feel like an uninvited guest in his private space.
