Part 2
The evening air was tinged with the scent of incense and something else something heavier. Her prayer finished, she turned just in time to hear the creak of the front door. Her heartbeat quickened.
There he was.
Rivaan Kapoor.
Disheveled. Exhausted. But still carrying that unmistakable aura of control even when chaos trailed behind him like a stubborn shadow.
She approached him with careful curiosity. “How was the party?”
He shrugged. “Loud. Strange. Overrated.”
Vanya stepped closer, her nose twitching ever so slightly. Her brows knit. “You smell… odd.”
“Ambulance,” he muttered nonchalantly, like it was the most normal answer in the world.
Her eyes widened. “Ambulance?! What happened?”
Rivaan chuckled and held up his hand to stop the tsunami of concern. “Relax. I rode in
