The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the sprawling patio of the luxurious hotel. It was an oppressive summer afternoon, the air thick with humidity, wrapping around Revaan Khanna like a heavy cloak. He had found sanctuary in the shadows cast by tall palm trees, but even their refuge could not shield him from the swirling tempest of emotions raging within.

Moments earlier, ecstasy had coursed through him—a rush of heat and longing that had ignited a spark he had suppressed for far too long. The kiss they had shared clung to his memories, vivid and raw, like the suntan lingering on his skin from spending too much time under the relentless sun. Yet, as the elation began to ebb away, a heavy weight settled in his chest, bringing with it a whirlwind of guilt.