Part 1
Rivaan carried Vanya into his room, the scent of cedarwood and faint whiskey lingering in the air. The soft lighting barely illuminated the space, casting long shadows over the neatly arranged furniture. He walked straight to the bed, lowering her onto the mattress with surprising gentleness.
“Stay here,” he muttered, his voice rough but firm. “The doctor’s on the way.”
Vanya winced as she tried to shift her injured foot. “I don’t need a doctor ”
“I didn’t ask,” Rivaan cut her off, turning away.
She exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling inside her. But before she could protest further, something else lingered in her mind something that had been nagging at her ever since she had heard her name.
She swallowed. “Who is Kohina?”
Rivaan, standing near the dresser, stiffened. He m
