The rooftop was silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. Paris glittered under the moonlight, unaware of the storm brewing above. Nayra perched on the edge, heels dangling, scanning the streets for any signs of pursuit. Beside her, Arjunveer’s presence was a steady weight—calm, controlled, yet undeniably magnetic.
“They’ll come again,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Tonight was just a test.”








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