The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the haveli, casting long, swaying shadows across the opulent four-poster bed draped in silk sheets. The air hung thick and heavy, saturated with the musky scent of jasmine incense and the lingering electricity from their previous nights of forbidden surrender. Now that the barrier of "names" had shattered, a raw, unfiltered intimacy pulsed between them like a living heartbeat, Rudransh and Shivika, no longer hiding behind titles or traditions.

Rudransh lounged against the carved headboard, his broad chest bare and glistening faintly with sweat from the humid night. His dark eyes, heavy with hunger, fixed on Shivika as she stood before the antique mirror, her lithe fingers gliding a silver-backed brush through her raven waves. The waist chain he'd gifted her, a delicate cascade of tiny bells and diamonds, caught the silvery light, glinting against the smooth, golden curve of her bare midriff. Her white cotton saree clung to her full breasts and rounded hips, the fabric translucent enough to tease the dark peaks of her nipples and the shadowed V between her thighs.