The air in the office became thick, saturated with a new, volatile energy. Arjun felt trapped between the two women—Sandhya, the powerful force who had just claimed his body and soul on her desk, and Sitara, the ghost of a past passion that had always left him breathless. He hurriedly stepped back to pull his trousers up, his hands shaking, feeling the sudden, piercing gaze of both sisters analyzing every inch of his reaction.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Sitara," Sandhya hissed, her voice tight as she finally managed to wrap the silk of her saree around her waist, though the blouse remained undone, exposing the flushed skin of her chest. "Leave us. Now."