His Lady: Love, Reclaimed.

Tahir didn't move, his fingers lingering on her arm for a heartbeat too long. "I guess you've a habit of bumping into persons, Miss Yn Kapoor...?"
Yn pulled her arm back, brushing off her saree as if his touch had left a mark. "I think you've a habit of bumping into me, Mr. Tahir."
Tahir tilted his head, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Oh... strange... waise Jay toh bohot shant hai, par you're fierce."
"Because he is the sea, and I am the fire."
Tahir's gaze dropped, his eyes leisurely tracing the deep, midnight-blue silk that hugged her silhouette, before returning to her defiant eyes. A slow, mocking smile played on his lips. "Fire is not blue, actually..."
Yn let out a short, sharp laugh, her patience wearing thin. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a cool, dangerous whisper. "There's always a blue color in fire, maybe you're just too blind to notice."
Without waiting for his rebuttal, she rolled her eyes and swept past him, the faint, expensive scent of her perfume lingering in the air where she had stood.
Tahir stood frozen for a second, the silence of the hallway feeling heavier than before. His face curled into a sharp, appreciative smirk as he watched the sway of her hips disappear back into the crowd. He leaned against the wall, his gaze still fixed on the path she had taken.
"Fire... Yn Kapoor..." he whispered to himself, the name sounding like a promise he intended to keep.

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