The sound of the distant city—horns blaring, laughter spilling into the humid air like loose fabric—drifted through the open balcony door of Revaan's hotel room, a backdrop of vibrant chaos that seemed to contrast sharply with the serene, velvet darkness that enveloped them inside. It was a summer night, thick and heavy with unspent energy; the air shimmered with humidity, amplifying the electricity that crackled between Revaan Khanna and Zara.

Sitting near the edge of the king-sized bed, Zara fidgeted with the hem of her sundress, a sheer manifestation of her nervousness. Beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp, which threw warm hues around the room, she could see Revaan’s intense gaze fixed on her, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering light like molten glass. He shifted slightly, letting out a breath that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken desires; it hung between them like a tangible thread, drawing them closer.