Inaara stood near the dresser, multitasking as usual.
The dress is a stunning wine-red midi gown with intricate floral embroidery and lace detailing.
It features a square neckline with broad straps, giving it a structured yet elegant appearance.
This dress, with its elegant maroon hue and intricate floral embroidery, is align beautifully with Inaara's sophisticated yet modest taste.
She pressed her phone between her ear and shoulder while clasping her wristwatch with practiced ease.
“Yes, Navya,” she said, her tone brisk.
“It’ll take me about thirty minutes to get there. Yes, I’m leaving now.”
The door to the bedroom creaked open, and Atharv stepped in.
His sharp gaze fell on her, immediately noticing her attire.
She wore a deep maroon sleeveless dress that flowed just below her knees.
The neckline, though modest, left her upper chest and arms exposed.
Her milky-white skin glowed under the soft light of the room.
Atharv clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists by his sides.
The thought of other men looking at her like this, with their intentions veiled behind polite smiles, ignited a possessive fire within him.
He knew the world too well, knew how men thought.
It wasn’t just her beauty—it was the sheer innocence she carried, oblivious to the stares and unspoken words.
His face, though composed, betrayed a flicker of something darker—jealousy, protectiveness, and a need to control.
But force wouldn’t work here. No, he needed to think rationally, strategically.
Clearing his throat, he drew her attention.
Inaara turned, her expression softening when she saw him.
“Oh, Atharv,” she said, pausing her conversation.
She tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowing at his unreadable expression.
“Another event?” he asked, his tone calm, almost indifferent, but his sharp eyes betrayed the storm brewing within.
Inaara nodded, her confusion evident.
“Yes, Nandita ma’am’s birthday. You got the invitation too, didn’t you?”
“I did,” he replied, pausing as if to measure his words.
Then, with a subtle shift in his expression, he added, “But...”
Her brows knitted together.
“But what?” she asked, tilting her head.
Atharv hesitated, feigning skepticism.
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Beneath The Storm (Completed)
RomanceIn the opulent world where wealth and power reign supreme, Atharv Rajvansh stands as an untouchable force, his cold perfection masking a storm of hidden vulnerabilities. Enter Inaara Sharma, a kind-hearted soul whose old-fashioned charm and quiet s...
