Part 1
The clock hummed quietly against the white silence of the living room. The warm glow of a single wall sconce played shadows on the edge of the doorway where Vanya Kapoor stood, her arms crossed, watching Rivaan adjust his cufflinks. He looked sinfully perfect black blazer, crisp shirt, and that calm arrogance that only he could wear like cologne.
Vanya’s voice was casual, too casual to be real. “Which party are you going to?”
Rivaan didn’t look up, still straightening his lapel. “Hmm?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is it Avantika’s?”
That got his attention. His hand paused mid-air. “Who?”
“Your chocolate-ad girl. The one you called what was it ‘magically tempting’ in that interview.”
Rivaan smirked. “So you’ve been reading my interviews?”
Vanya didn’t answer. The silence said mor
