Aayansh's POV~

I felt her breath on my ear, soft but full of intent. The cold steel of the gun pressed against my chest, her fingers gripping it with determination, but I wasn’t worried.

Her lips brushed my ear, a whisper so soft. "Marry me," she said, with something darker.

My fingers grazed the cold metal of the gun, my touch light, almost teasing as I moved to caress her wrist, feeling the pulse of her skin under my fingertips. She was trembling, not from fear, but from something else.

"You think this was my plan all along?" My voice dropped, smooth and deliberate, taunting.