41| First Night

SHREYA'S POV

His room was on the first floor. He brought me into his room and made me stand on my feet.

He entered the room without saying anything and opened the attached door. I suppose it's a restroom.

I took a round of my position and looked around. The room was quite large and royal, with a king-sized bed in the centre. I was drooling over the bed because I was exhausted and needed to sleep, and that bed looked so tempting, so comfortable, inviting me to sleep on it.

But I am not going to sleep with him. Never!!

The thing that struck me the most was that everything is black, whereas my room is vibrantly coloured.

What is it about darkness that he finds so appealing?

Although I love black, everything here screamed intimidation, dominance, and loneliness.

My gaze is drawn to the clutcher, which is resting on the small table on the right side of the bed. I went over there and grabbed it.

This is my clutcher, which I removed from my hair that day and placed on his study table.

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