Avni’s eyes widened for a moment as she landed against his chest. That closeness—his hand tight around her wrist, his breath brushing too near—sent a shiver she hated to feel. She scoffed, tilting her chin high as if unaffected, though inside her pulse raced in a way that betrayed her.

Guru, however, didn’t let go. His jaw tightened, eyes locked on her with a storm brewing in them. It wasn’t just anger—it was jealousy, raw and unspoken. The fact that she had dared to take Sahil’s name lit a fire in him he couldn’t hide.