The first rays of Mumbai's morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Raghav's master bedroom, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets. Aarti stirred slowly, her eyelids fluttering open to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating warmth enveloping her. She was completely naked, her smooth skin pressed against the hard, muscular chest of Raghav, his arm draped possessively over her waist. Memories of the previous night flooded back—the wild passion, his dominant touches, the way he'd claimed her body again and again. A flush crept up her cheeks as shyness washed over her; she'd never woken up like this with anyone, especially not with her best friend's father. But beneath the embarrassment, a deeper guilt gnawed at her. Natasha—sweet, trusting Natasha—how could she betray her like this? Sleeping with her dad? The thought made her stomach twist.