(Mrunali pov)

I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, my head pounding in rhythm with my racing heart. A gentle hand cradled my throbbing skull, offering a comforting solace. I slumped on my bed, my surroundings spinning like a vortex, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable.

"Where... am I?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, as memories of the previous night's events remained shrouded in fog.

The response came from beside my left ear, low and soothing, a warm breeze on a summer's day. "At your room."

I jolted upright, hangover left my body. A shriek escaped my lips as I sprang from the bed, my heart racing with a mix of fear and surprise.

That's when I saw him – Aahan, lounging on my bed, his upper body bare and breathtakingly chiselled. My gaze roamed, drinking in the broad shoulders, well-defined chest, and those tantalizing six-pack abs. For a moment, my breath caught in my throat.