Chapter 17

Tarini's POV

Ruhaan looks effortlessly stylish in casuals, and it never fails to elicit a sense of delight in me. His fashion sense, a testament to his attention to detail, is a quality that catches my eye. A subtle relief, for had he opted for skinny jeans, it might have raised a red flag for me.

Exiting the car, I find myself holding Ruhaan's hands. The texture of his hands surprises me—rough, as if bearing the weight of considerable exertion. A touch of moisturizer would undoubtedly lend them a gentler feel.

Admittedly, the silence of the road unnerves me. As we take a few steps and cross the road, my unease grows upon spotting a buff man standing near a car. Hesitation slows my steps, and Ruhaan, noticing my reluctance, turns towards me with a look of confusion that quickly transforms into understanding.

"Tarini, it's okay. He works for me; you don't have to be scared," he reassures me, squeezing my hand. Relief washes over me.