The storm outside mirrored the one raging inside. Dark clouds covered the night sky, but in the Malhotra mansion, another storm was brewing—one that had nothing to do with nature.

Riaan stood near the window, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard like steel, and his fists clenched as if he was trying to crush the very air around him. Behind him, Prisha sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her dupatta nervously twisted in her hands.