One more chapter with smut and epilogue is left after this.

Chapter 5: His Possession

Swara’s POV

I woke up to the faint smell of incense wafting in through the open window. My body still felt weak, but I knew the house was already awake, buzzing with rituals and expectations I couldn’t fulfill.

Stretching slightly, I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, only to realize I wasn’t alone. Vishesh sat on the armchair near the window, his gaze fixed on the courtyard below.

"Uth gayi?" he asked without looking at me. His tone was clipped, devoid of the care he’d shown last night.