The days that followed blurred into a haze of tension and longing. Ananya tried to avoid Aarav, tried to force her mind to focus on anything but the intoxicating pull he had on her. But it was impossible. His presence was everywhere, like a shadow that followed her every step, lingering in the corner of her thoughts, the deep-set gaze that never seemed to leave her.

She couldn't escape the warmth of his touch, the memory of the electric kiss that still sparked fire in her veins. And every time she thought about pushing him away, there was a voice—his voice—whispering in her mind, reminding her that resistance was futile.