The morning sun spilled across the Haveli’s veranda like molten gold, but for Arjun, the only light that mattered was the woman currently trying to ignore him.
Nandini was focused—perhaps too focused—on the ledger in front of her. She looked breathtaking in a simple green lehenga, her hair tied in a loose braid that exposed the graceful curve of her neck. Arjun leaned against the pillar nearby, watching her with a gaze that had shed its icy exterior for something far more dangerous: warmth.
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