Mahi pushed the door open slowly, stepping inside. Riyansh was seated at his large desk, bathed in the morning light. As she entered, hesitant and blushing, his intense gaze fell upon her, hard and unwavering, as if daring her to back down, as if she were completely his to command. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes still fixed on her, the silence in the room stretching with a heavy, unspoken intensity.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he extended a hand and gestured for her to come closer. "Idhar aa," he commanded, his voice a low, rough murmur.