The morning sun streamed through the ornate windows of the haveli, casting a golden hue over the intricately carved wood and silk drapes. Siya stirred awake, the events of the previous night flooding back to her in waves of confusion and exhilaration. She felt the warmth of Vikram’s body beside her, his presence both comforting and intimidating. The memories of their passionate encounter lingered in her mind, igniting a mix of desire and trepidation.

As she lay there, the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She had traded her body for her brother's life, and while Vikram had been tender in his own way, the reality of her sacrifice gnawed at her conscience. Her eyes wandered to the bedside table, where a glass of water sat next to a single red rose, its petals soft and inviting. A simple gesture, perhaps, but one that felt heavy with meaning.