The air in the study was thick, charged with a tension that felt like a physical weight. Ayaan’s breathing was heavy, a jagged sound in the silence of the room. He didn't pull away. Instead, he stayed there, his forehead pressed against Khushi’s, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her want to shrink into the shadows.
"Do you know what you are doing?" he whispered, his voice low and vibrating with a dangerous edge.
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