Shivaay finally turns. He looks at her—really looks. Not at her wet clothes or defiant stance. At her eyes. They’re not afraid. No one has looked at him without fear in ten years.
“The servants’ quarters are down the hall. You’ll fit right in.” ishqbaaaz episode 1
“She’s loud. Insolent. And completely wrong for this house.” Shivaay finally turns
“Interesting.”
“Family. It’s a word people throw around like confetti. But in this house, family is a contract. And I am the signatory.” At her eyes
The camera pans across a cold, palatial living room. It’s museum-perfect: white marble, antique vases, not a speck of dust. But there’s no warmth. In the center of a long, mahogany table sits a single framed photograph of a woman with a gentle smile.
Shivaay’s thumb hovers. He deletes the message without replying.
