He looked… unfairly handsome.
And for the first time, she couldn’t hide behind indifference or irritation. Couldn’t dismiss it as habit, or arrogance, or power. His posture was effortless—controlled in a way that came from knowing the world bent without him asking..

His gaze travelled over her, slow and unguarded, as she stood there draped in the black saree like a calculated sin. For him, black had never looked this dangerous before but against her milky, porcelain skin, it turned lethal— the kind that didn’t just attract attention, it claimed it..