Chapter 4: Thorns and Sparks

The first night in Arav's house was nothing short of awkward.

After dinner, Ashnoor was led to their shared bedroom—a lavish space filled with dark tones, expensive furniture, and a king-sized bed.

One bed.

Her heart pounded. "I need another blanket," she blurted out.

Arav, who had been unbuttoning his cuffs near the wardrobe, turned to her with a bored expression. "Why?"

Ashnoor crossed her arms. "Because I'm sleeping on the couch."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Suit yourself."

Without another word, he climbed into bed, completely ignoring her existence.

Ashnoor let out an annoyed huff and grabbed a blanket, settling on the couch. How was she supposed to live like this?

As she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind swirled with questions. What kind of man was Arav Suthar? Why was he so closed off?

She didn't know yet.

But something told her this was only the beginning.