Aarav and Meher’s one week together slipped by without either of them noticing. Their days had belonged only to passion, possession, and boundless love. Meher had grown addicted to Aarav’s dominant, commanding yet deeply caring side. And for the first time, Aarav had felt true, profound satisfaction—as if Meher belonged only to him.

This afternoon Meher sat on the living-room sofa, flipping the pages of the novel Aarav had brought her, though her mind was nowhere near the book. The glow of his love and the nights they had shared still shone clearly on her face. Faint marks on her neck, a soft smile on her lips… everything spoke of how the past seven days had been spent.