The air in the room shifted the moment Veer stepped into Bani’s space. It wasn’t just the smell of rain and expensive cologne; it was the pull of an ancient, stormy fate that neither could outrun.
"And yet," his voice dropped to that dangerous, velvet rasp as he closed the distance, "here I am. Because the sky doesn't ask the moon for permission to hold it, Sweetheart." The air in the room shifted the moment
Here is a short, evocative piece inspired by their intense chemistry and the "Ishqam" (My Love) theme: Sweetheart." Here is a short