Abhimanyu words were a command, not a suggestion, and they hung in the air like a challenge. "My rules," he repeated, his gaze sweeping over all three of them—Neil, Aarohi, and finally, settling on Akshara with an intensity that made her breath catch. His voice dropped to a whisper, but it was anything but soft. "This time, you all belong to me."

Aarohi let out a breathy laugh beneath him, though there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "And what exactly does that mean, brother-in-law?" she teased, her tone laced with mischief even as she shifted slightly beneath his weight. "You think you can handle all of us at once?"