Vanya stepped out of Kohina’s room, the soft silk of the pink saree clinging to her as she adjusted her pallu. Just as she turned, the delicate fabric slipped off her shoulder, brushing against Rivaan’s arm. He stilled. His sharp gaze flickered down before he caught her wrist in a firm grip.
"Change," he ordered, his voice low, clipped.
Vanya frowned. "Why? Just because it belongs to Kohina?"
Rivaan’s jaw tightened. "CHANGE. NOW."
She folded her arms, defiant. "What if I don’t? What if I like it? What if I don’t care what you think?"
Rivaan took a step closer, his hold tightening just enough to make her breath hitch. "I said change, Vanya. That color doesn’t suit you."
She smirked. "Then don’t look. Close your eyes. Problem solved."
He clenched his jaw. "I thought you understood me,
