4

Rudraksh sat in the back of his sleek, black SUV, waiting for Myra to emerge from her university. She had transferred to finish her studies, a decision he had reluctantly agreed to. He watched the throngs of students milling about, his eyes scanning for her familiar figure.

And then he saw her. Myra was standing with a group of classmates, her sweet smile lighting up her face as she talked to them. She was wearing a soft pink salwar kameez, the delicate embroidery adding an elegant touch to the traditional outfit. The color complemented her fair skin, making her look even more ethereal. The sight of her smiling so freely made his blood boil, especially when he noticed she was smiling at a guy. A sense of jealousy and possessiveness surged within him, making his jaw clench.