Two days of "bed rest" under Reyansh's watchful, predatory eye had healed Myra's body, but her nerves were still frayed. Today was the day. She was finally going back to the office—not as a heartbroken girl from Delhi, but as the Lead Architect of Khurana Enterprises.
Myra stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the guest suite's walk-in closet. Reyansh had stayed true to his word; a row of designer suits and silk blouses hung there, all in her size, all smelling faintly of wealth.
She picked up a stunning, cream-colored silk blouse. But as she slipped it on, her breath hitched.
The mirror mocked her.
There, right above her collarbone, was a cluster of dark, undeniable marks. One was a deep purple—the exact spot where Reyansh had claimed her while she was pinned against the mahogany door. Another was a lighter, fading red on the side of her neck, hidden just under her jawline.
"Oh no," she whispered, pulling the fabric of the blouse higher. It didn't help. The silk was cut in a soft V-neck, leaving the "evidence" of Reyansh's obsession perfectly framed for the whole world to see.
She scrambled for the concealer she had in her bag, dabbing it frantically over the marks. But Reyansh's "signatures" were stubborn. Even under three layers of makeup, the faint shadow of his possession lingered.
"Trying to hide my handiwork, Princess?"
Myra jumped, spinning around. Reyansh was leaning against the doorframe, already dressed in a charcoal suit that made him look like a god of industry. He looked at her neck, his eyes darkening with a slow, smug satisfaction.
"Reyansh, I can't go to the office like this!" Myra hissed, pointing at her neck. "People will know. They'll think I... I only got this job because—"
"Because you're mine?" Reyansh finished, walking toward her. He didn't look bothered. In fact, he looked proud.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. Inside was a Cartier silk scarf, a masterpiece of gold and emerald patterns. Without a word, he stepped behind her, his hands cool against her skin as he wrapped the silk around her neck, tying it in a chic, professional knot that perfectly hid every single mark.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "The scarf hides the marks from the world, Myra. But we both know what's under there. Every time you feel that silk against your skin today, I want you to remember exactly how you got those bruises."
He stepped back, admiring his work. "Now, let's go. We have a 9:00 AM board meeting, and I don't like to be kept waiting."
Myra looked at her reflection. She looked like a high-powered executive, elegant and untouchable. But underneath the expensive silk, her skin was still humming from his touch. She wasn't just going to work; she was walking into a lion's den with the lion's mark hidden on her throat.
Author's Thought
HE IS SO SHAMELESS! 😱 Reyansh literally gave her a scarf to hide the "mess" he made! I can't deal with how smug he is. He wants her to think about him all day long!