Anmol stirred slightly, the weight around her unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. The warmth that wrapped around her seeped into her skin, a steady heat pressing against her back, an arm draped heavily over her waist, fingers resting dangerously close to the curve of her hip. A slow, rhythmic breath fanned against the side of her neck, and it was then that she realized—Maan was holding her.

Her breath caught, heart hammering as the realization sank in. Somehow, in the middle of the night, they had gravitated toward each other, their bodies now tangled in an intimacy neither of them had planned.