The candles in the dining hall had guttered to stubs by the time Ananya left the table. She didn't say goodnight. Didn't brush past him with a teasing graze. She simply stood slow, deliberate and pushed her chair back with a soft scrape that echoed like a challenge, and walked out. Hips rolling. Ass cheeks flexing under those low rise jeans with every step. The crop top had ridden up higher during dinner; now a full inch of underboob curved beneath the hem, pale skin glowing in the dying candlelight. She didn't tug it down. Didn't acknowledge the way Vikram's eyes tracked her like a predator scenting blood.
The door to the corridor clicked shut behind her.
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