In the eight months of their marriage, Anant had always been clad in shirts and pants, his cold and attractive demeanor concealing the allure that lay beneath. Now, Rahi felt her throat go dry, tight, a thirst awakening within her. The coat of composure she had always worn around Anant had evaporated, replaced by an intoxicating and drowning sensation. It was a bewitching encounter, one she wouldn't have experienced if she hadn't followed him to the master bedroom. Her gaze lingered on his exposed skin, mesmerized by its fairness and the sculpted form that hinted at strength, musculinity and sensuality. In that moment, Rahi realized the depth of her attraction. Anant, noticing Rahi standing on the balcony, swiftly grabbed his bathrobe and hastily wrapped it around himself, sensing her g