> "Remove your dupatta." Meher blinked. "S-sir?" Veer leaned back in his chair, eyes dark as the monsoon sky. "You're here to design the most intimate space of my house, Miss Kapoor. I need to see how you handle discomfort." Her breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she loosened the end of her dupatta. His gaze never wavered - it devoured. She expected shame. But what she felt... was a flame. He stood up, walked to her, and whispered, "You interest me. That's dangerous for both of us." And in that moment, Meher knew-her life had just changed.