Priya stood in the center of the luxurious private suite, the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting warm light across the large four-poster bed. Her red lehenga clung to her slender frame, the heavy embroidery weighing on her shoulders as she clasped her hands tightly in front of her. The fabric of the skirt brushed against her ankles with every slight shift of her feet. She had never been alone with a man like this before, not in such intimacy, and the closed door behind her husband made her heart race with a mix of nerves and uncertainty. Rohan turned the key in the lock with a deliberate click that seemed to echo through the quiet room. He slipped the key into his pocket and faced her fully, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her drop her gaze to the carpet.

"Aaj se har raat meri hai," he said, his voice low and firm. (From today all nights are mine.) "Aur tu bhi meri hai. Samajh gayi?" (And you are mine too. Understood?)