Anav’s gaze dropped to her lips, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper. "Jaan... I can’t control myself."

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his. He began slowly, tasting the softness of her mouth—soft as rose petals—until the restraint snapped. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent and passionate, making the noise of the event outside fade into a distant hum. He slid his hand firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against him to close any remaining gap between them.

When she kept her mouth closed, he nipped at her lower lip, and as she let out a small, startled gasp, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. He kissed her with a devouring hunger, his hand wandering to the back of her blouse, his fingers tracing and playing with the delicate silk strings.

They stayed lost in each other for minutes until Jishna, breathless and lightheaded, tapped urgently on his shoulder. Anav finally pulled away, though he didn't go far; he rested his forehead against hers, their shared breath ragged in the quiet room.

His eyes, dark with possessiveness, locked onto hers. "If I see anyone else looking at you like that again, it will be much worse next time," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "He’s going to pay for even thinking he could stand near you."

Still dazed, Jishna nodded silently. She turned slightly to steady her breathing and adjust her blouse, her fingers trembling just a little as she retied the strings. Anav reached out, helping her straighten the fabric with a lingering touch before they both masked their expressions.

Straightening his collar, Anav opened the door. They walked back out into the bright lights and loud music of the event, slipping back into the crowd as if nothing had happened—though the heat still burning on their skin told a different story.

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