Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Royal Penthouse Suite, filling the massive bedroom with a bright, golden glow.

Anya woke up slowly. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was. She felt incredibly warm, wrapped in soft, heavy fabric. As her mind cleared, the memories of the previous night rushed back in a wild flood. The strict curfew. The black silk nightgown. The terrifying realization that she had to share a bed with Reyansh Malhotra.