"Will you give me permission?" Arahan asked, eyes locked on hers. "Permission to love you. To show you what it feels like to be wanted."
She couldn't speak. Her mind reeled, replaying his words, the betrayal, the humiliation, the sudden offer of something she had craved all night.
Meanwhile, Arahan's other hand moved to Sahil, and began unbuttoning Sahil's sherwani, sliding the fabric open to reveal skin.
Noorzadi's gaze snapped to the motion. She started becoming jealous, hot, irrational.
Before she could think, she lunged. Her hands gripped Arahan's shoulders and yanked him backward. He fell onto the bed with a soft thud, surprised but not resisting. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, dupatta falling away completely.
"You will do me first," she hissed, voice trembling with fury and need. "You will love me first. You will make me carry your child, a strong one. Not his. Mine."
Sahil stood up abruptly, sherwani half-open, face pale.
