The door creaks open, and Ayaansh steps inside his room, the dim lighting casting soft shadows on the walls. His eyes pause the moment they land on Saurabhi. She stands near the window, dressed in his favorite grey lingerie, the fabric hugging her curves gently. Her long hair falls over her shoulders, and her eyes hold a mix of nervousness and longing

Ayaansh doesn’t speak at first. He quietly shuts the door behind him and walks towards her, every step slow and deliberate. The air between them grows thick with tension. His gaze doesn’t leave her, dark and unreadable, making her heart race faster with every passing second