The house had settled into a new, quieter rhythm. Her father-in-law had left for a week to attend to some urgent matters with a relative. So, it was just Mahi, her little one, and her Jeth ji, the distant hum of the other servants going about their duties. Mahi’s days were a delicate dance of domesticity and intimacy. Feeding Aarav and preparing meals for her Jeth ji and herself, a duty she performed with growing ease and a surprising sense of contentment.

All day, Mahi's mind replayed those intense moments . The way Riyansh had touched her, the massage, and his declaration of possessiveness. A strange mixture of excitement and nervousness buzzed within her, a direct consequence of the glimpse as she saw Riyansh's dark, dangerous, and utterly possessive side.