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Avantika's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the mirror in front of me, my fingers lightly twirling a strand of my hair.
Should I leave it open or tie it? I'd never thought about my appearance in front of anyone before, but today... today I just wanted to look-no, feel-special. For... him.
The door opened suddenly, without a knock. I looked up, startled, and there he was, walking in with the casual confidence he carried everywhere these days.
He didn't even hesitate anymore when entering my space, as though it were second nature to him.
He was dressed in a tailored cream suit with a sage-green shirt underneath, left slightly unbuttoned at the collar.
His sharp features and effortless poise made it hard not to stare. My eyes lingered on him for a second longer than I should have.
And then he looked at me.
His eyes swept over me, slow and deliberate, and in that instant, I felt the air in the room shift. I felt exposed-not just because of my outfit but because of the intensity of his gaze.
My blouse was a little low, the neckline gently dipping to reveal a hint of my cleavage. The soft, rose-pink silk saree draped perfectly over me, paired with an intricately embroidered sage blouse that hugged my frame snugly.
The heavy gold necklace resting on my collarbones added a regal touch, but his gaze made me feel far from regal-vulnerable, perhaps.
He began walking toward me, and I quickly dropped my eyes to the mirror, pretending to fuss with my hair. My heart pounded in my chest, and I tried to steady my breath.
"Uh-uhm... should I open my hair or tie it?" I asked, my voice betraying the nervous energy simmering inside me.
He stopped just behind me, so close I could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. Reaching out, he caught a loose strand of my hair between his fingers, tucking it back gently.
The brief touch sent a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitched involuntarily.
"Apne baalon ko baandh lijiye," he said softly, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and for a moment, it felt like everything around us stilled.
