It had been exactly forty-eight hours since Reyansh Malhotra had forced Anya to move into his massive Mumbai penthouse.

For two days, Anya had lived in a state of beautiful, terrifying captivity. She had her own luxurious guest room, but she was not allowed to leave the penthouse without Neil, the head of security. Her old life felt like a fading dream. She was now fully submerged in Reyansh's world of glass walls, strict rules, and dark, unspoken desires.