Meera

I snuggled deeper into the warmth, a contented smile playing on my lips as soft sunrays seeped into my skin, waking me gently—like an angel’s touch.

The familiar scent of the pillow surrounded me, a mix of cedarwood and spice. His scent.

My eyes shot open as realization dawned. Last night, he left me tied up and half-naked.

But now… I was free. My shorts were in place, my wrists unbound, and I had woken up comfortably in his bed.

I glanced around. The room was vast and elegant—an exquisite blend of power and personal taste. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a glittering city skyline, the tinted glass offering both privacy...