Three days after the incident in the elevator, the heavy tension between Anya and Reyansh still lingered in the air. Every time he looked at her, she could still feel the ghost of his lips hovering just millimeters away from hers.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. Reyansh had allowed Anya a rare hour of personal time to visit the Lumina Art Gallery in downtown Mumbai. She needed to collect a few of her old portfolio prints that had been on display before she signed his exclusive six-month contract.