Chapter -
The storm outside raged on, its relentless fury shaking the fragile walls of the abandoned set. Inside, silence hung thick between them an unspoken battle of wills, of wounds too fresh to ignore.
Vanya winced as she adjusted her injured leg. The pain was a dull throb now, but her pride ached far more than the wound itself.
Rivaan crouched beside her, his sharp eyes assessing the makeshift bandage he had just tied around her ankle. With a practiced ease, he tugged the knot tighter, ensuring it would hold.
She hissed. "Careful."
He scoffed but didn’t loosen his grip. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t be wasting my time bandaging you up, sweetheart."
His words dripped with arrogance, but she chose to ignore them.
Without another word, he stood up and walked away, leaving
