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Morning light filtered through the tall glass windows, soft and unfamiliar.

For a moment, I didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Didn’t think.

Then it all came rushing back.

The club.
The drink.
Aarav.
Reyansh.

My eyes snapped open.

This wasn’t my room.

The ceiling was too high. The walls too quiet. The bed too soft.

Everything about this place screamed one thing—

Not yours.

I pushed myself up slowly, my head still heavy but clearer than before.

The room was… beautiful.

Minimal. Expensive. Cold.

A large window overlooked the city, sunlight spilling over polished floors. No personal touches. No warmth.

Just like him.

I swung my legs off the bed carefully.

The moment my feet touched the ground, a wave of dizziness hit me.

“Careful.”

That voice.

Again.

I turned.

Reyansh stood near the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like he had been there longer than I realized.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked.

“Long enough,” he replied.

Of course he had.

I frowned slightly. “Do you always watch people while they sleep?”

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“Only when they’ve been drugged and refuse to stay unconscious.”

I should have been embarrassed.

But something about the way he said it—

Calm. Controlled. Almost amused—

Made my heart skip instead.

“I wasn’t refusing,” I muttered. “My body just has trust issues.”

His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary.

“Clearly.”

Silence settled between us.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

Like something unspoken was building.

I broke it first.

“Where exactly am I?”

“My house.”

That simple.

That direct.

That… concerning.

“You just bring random girls here?” I raised an eyebrow.

His expression didn’t change.

“I don’t bring anyone here.”

The way he said it—

Low.

Certain.

—made something inside me shift.

“Oh,” I said softly.

That didn’t make me feel safer.

It made this feel more personal.

And I didn’t know if that was a good thing.

“Your clothes are in the bathroom,” he added. “Someone sent them.”

Someone.

I didn’t ask who.

I didn’t want to think about who had access to me while I was unconscious.

I nodded and walked past him, trying to ignore how aware I was of his presence.

Of how close he was.

Of how the air changed when I stepped near him.

But just as I passed—

My vision blurred again.

I stumbled.

And instantly—

His hand was on my waist.

Steadying me.

Warm.

Firm.

Too firm.

My breath caught.

“Still weak,” he said quietly.

But he didn’t let go.

I should have stepped back.

Created distance.

Done something.

Instead—

I looked up.

Big mistake.

His face was closer than I realized.

Too close.

His eyes dropped to mine.

Then—

For a fraction of a second—

To my lips.

My heart stuttered.

The moment stretched.

Silence wrapping around us like something alive.

Dangerous.

Unpredictable.

“Reyansh…” I whispered.

His grip tightened slightly.

Not enough to hurt.

Just enough to hold.

And that’s when something shifted.

Something neither of us planned.

A sound echoed from somewhere in the house.

Sharp.

Breaking the moment instantly.

Reyansh stepped back.

Distance restored.

Control regained.

But his eyes didn’t leave mine as he said—

“This isn’t over.”