Part 2
The amber light of the setting sun poured like honey through the temple arches, casting long, trembling shadows over the cold marble steps. Aanya’s pulse quickened as she stared into the eyes of the man she had once believed existed only in her nightmares Raghav. His smile was curved like a crescent moon, too perfect to be trusted, too still to be sincere.
“Yes,” Aanya whispered, her voice caught between desperation and defiance. “I’ll do your movie.”
Raghav’s gloved hand reached out, cool and smooth, sealing the deal with a firm shake. His touch made her skin crawl. The moment their hands parted, she took a sharp breath and whispered, “Now leave. Please.”
Raghav stepped back with an almost theatrical bow, eyes glinting with a wicked sort of satisfaction. “As you wish,” he said
