KIANA’S POV

We had just arrived in Agra, and the journey had been anything but peaceful. Atharv couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself the entire way. Not that I minded—it was sweet in a way—but what if someone saw us? The thought made my heart race with a mix of excitement and anxiety. So, to keep things in check, I avoided him, choosing to sit with Shanaya instead. I could practically feel Atharv’s eyes burning holes in the back of my head, sulking like a kid denied his favorite treat.