ADHYA

The drive to the café felt impossibly long, the space inside the expensive black car suffocating. I sat rigid, my hands clenched in my lap, feeling the heat of Ranvijay’s gaze even when he was focused on the road. The word "ardhangini" was still ringing in my ears, a terrifying, possessive claim that mocked the innocence of the red rose he'd left on my windshield.