Nidhi’s breath was hitching in short, jagged bursts. The world outside the room the relatives, the wedding music.The only thing that felt real was how close he was. His scent, a mix of expensive sandalwood and a sharp, clean masculine spice, was completely intoxicating, making her head spin.

She had tried to wiggle away, to maintain some shred of her dignity, but as Devarsh leaned in closer, his shadow completely enveloping her, her strength simply evaporated.