After a moment of silence, Maya finally spoke. “When you said sleep, did you mean intimacy?”

Vidyut turned towards her at once, his face void of any discernible emotion as usual. Under the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he looked dangerously attractive, his features sharp and imposing. The burning cigar between his strong fingers, coupled with the thick cloud of smoke swirling around him, gave him an aura of mystery—dark and captivating.