Rajni stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind her, her brows knitting in mild confusion as she noticed the emptiness. Bade Thakur and Chote Thakur had left shortly after dinner, leaving her to clean up. She had assumed at least one of them would be waiting here.

Her thoughts were cut short as a strong arm slid around her waist from behind, snaking under her saree. Before she could turn, she was pulled flush against a firm chest, the scent of musk and earth unmistakable. The hand on her waist tightened its grip as warm lips pressed against the curve of her neck.