The sound of the retreating footsteps hadn't even fully faded before Harshad’s arms were under her, sweeping her off her feet. Shivangi let out a small, surprised gasp that melted into a breathy laugh as he carried her the few strides to the bed. The world tilted, the ornate ceiling coming into view before she was deposited gently onto the soft duvet, her body sinking into the plushness.

Harshad didn’t give her a moment to settle. His hands were on her hips in an instant, his touch possessive, firm. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice a low, thrilling rasp that shot straight to her core.