Tara Mishra's heartbeats were badly trapped in Shaurya Singhania's steel-like, strict, and obsessive circle. Understand, the atmosphere was something else. In the middle of the night, only the loud pounding of their hearts could be heard in the room. Shaurya's broad chest was so close to Tara that she could feel the warmth of his breath directly on her cheek. Those black, fearsome eyes were filled with a strange authority as if the command of the entire universe had stopped there. At that moment, no rules mattered, no logic.

"Hmm..." A deep, rough whistle-like sound escaped Shaurya's throat. His face came within a breath's distance of Tara's lips. Tara could truly feel his sharp masculine breaths on her face as if everything would be captured by this man in one breath. "A..." Tara couldn't control herself. A trembling, senseless sound escaped her mouth like the cry of someone slipping into an unknown place. Her entire body melted in Shaurya's grip. But then her eyes fell on the wall clock. It was past 3:00 AM.