Parthavi sits quietly in the passenger seat of Vivan’s Rolls Royce, her fingers intertwined tightly on her lap as if she is preparing herself for a storm. And the storm is sitting right beside her... Vivan Rajvanshi.... his jaw locked, his knuckles pale around the steering wheel, his entire aura drenched in a cold, sharp anger

The night feels tense around them. Even the streetlights seem careful while touching the glossy black surface of his car. His silence is not the calm kind... it is the kind that warns, the kind that vibrates underneath the skin like a beast forcing itself to stay in a cage