Veer gently laid Aarohi down on the plush bed, his movements as soft as a whisper, as if afraid she might break under his touch. His eyes never left her face, a tender mix of love and longing flickering in his stormy gray gaze. He leaned down, his lips brushing her forehead with a lingering kiss, as though sealing a promise he would never let her go.

Straightening, he began removing his coat and tie, his fingers working with a quiet elegance that made Aarohi's heart thrum wildly in her chest. She watched him for a moment before quickly averting her gaze, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her dress, betraying her nervousness and excitement.