Chapter 91

Shlok's POV

Flashback.

She asked me about the dress, but I didn't know what to say. She looked beautiful, gorgeous, like a fairy... but maintained a composed demeanor.

Setting a bottle of aged white wine on the table, I remarked about our unexpected attire for dinner.

Taking her hand, I brought it to my lips before pulling out a chair for her. She looked nervous. I served the meal she had prepared, smiling at the sight of aamras, a gesture that brought warmth to the moment.

As we dined, I offered her wine, which she declined. We were enjoying the meal and even trying the aamras upon her insistence, nodding in approval.

I was very aware of her wearing that elegant and classic dress, it accentuated her toned body. I teased her about the possibility of the dress belonging to the ghost and his beloved, causing a momentary shiver of fear from her before my laughter filled the room.

Assuring her that I would protect me, I acknowledged that her decision to wear the dress was risky, and I