The heavy front doors of the Shekhawat mansion opened, and Dev stepped inside, loosening his silk tie with a slow, forceful tug. He looked imposing, his broad shoulders shifting beneath his expensive suit jacket, his eyes dark and exhausted from a long day of ruthless business meetings.

Piya stood near the kitchen doorway, her breath hitching instantly the moment his shadow fell across the floor. Her body gave an involuntary, violent throb, her core instantly leaking a fresh, hot drop of moisture.