Riya wasn’t used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else, especially not with Rohit. As dawn was just breaking, she opened her eyes but dared not move. Rohit had held her close all night, and his large hand was still resting on her waist, which had been bruised from his grip the previous night. The capitalist truly was a beast.

She didn’t know if beasts get grumpy in the morning, so she hesitated to move and waited for him to wake up. As time passed, Riya felt increasingly like crying and, unable to bear the boredom, she cautiously reached for her phone, which was placed at the edge of the bed.