Neha pov

As I’m working on my laptop, there’s a gentle knock at my door. I tilt my head up, and there he is—Shivay, entering with that effortless aura that makes the air shift. I smile instinctively. His ocean-blue eyes lock into mine, and for a moment, it feels like time pauses. The corners of his pink lips lift into a smile, and his gaze on me feels like the rain of love, soft yet consuming.