The echo of Durga own confession—I belong to you—still hummed in the air between them, a tangible force mingling with their ragged breaths. Rajesh’s weight was a warm, heavy comfort atop her, his presence a solid anchor in the storm of sensations he had just pulled her through. He was still inside her, a soft, fading connection that made her feel profoundly claimed, utterly filled.

His dark eyes, which had burned with such fierce possession moments before, now held a vulnerable tenderness as they searched her face. “That Bastard Anurag is gone,” Rajesh stated, his voice a low, rough certainty that brooked no argument.