Part 2
The heavy knock on the vanity van door broke the silence, and from within, a familiar voice echoed calm, cruel, charismatic.
"Did your heart beat faster, Vanya," Rivaan Kapoor asked, "when you heard I needed you?"
Vanya Kapoor stood outside, composed but cautious. She stepped in, her presence graceful yet firm
Close the door," Rivaan said, without turning.
She did. The soft click of the latch sounded louder than thunder in the tension of that space.
“I need a head massage,” he said flatly, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.
Vanya remained still. “Where’s the oil?”
“In the second drawer. To your left,” Rivaan replied casually.
“I know,” she said before he could finish.
He looked up. A sly smile curled his lips. “Because you’ve been here before?”
She didn’t resp
