Part 1
The late afternoon sun dipped behind the towering Kapoor mansion, painting its ivory walls with golden streaks. Inside the warm-hued kitchen, Vanya Kapoor stirred the rich green saag with careful hands, her bangles tinkling lightly against the copper ladle. Her forehead was adorned with a dot of turmeric, not from tradition but a mark of devotion as she cooked for Rivaan Kapoor, the man who, despite his arrogance, had slowly begun to stir something fierce in her soul.
She had barely set the dish down when a shadow appeared sharp, unexpected. Raghav, with his disheveled charm and rakish smile, sauntered in, sniffing the air with a hunger that was both literal and layered.
"Ah, destiny delivers again," he smirked, digging into the food without a second thought.
Vanya’s eyes wide
