She walks past him. Her shoulder brushes his. For one second, a crack in the ice. Shivaay’s jaw tightens.
“The servants’ quarters are down the hall. You’ll fit right in.”
The camera pans across a cold, palatial living room. It’s museum-perfect: white marble, antique vases, not a speck of dust. But there’s no warmth. In the center of a long, mahogany table sits a single framed photograph of a woman with a gentle smile. ishqbaaaz episode 1
Silence. The rain pounds harder.
“I don’t need a room. I need a contract. You stay on your side of the marble. I stay on mine. And by the end of this week, you’ll be the one begging me to stay.” She walks past him
“You brought chaos into my house.”
Shivaay finally turns. He looks at her—really looks. Not at her wet clothes or defiant stance. At her eyes. They’re not afraid. No one has looked at him without fear in ten years. Shivaay’s jaw tightens
“Om! Put the book down! We’re about to rescue our brother from his own funeral of a life!”