Samhita sets the hair spray down. She smooths the lapel of Vikram's blazer, eyes tracing the fabric with a kind of nervous affection. "You know, I don't want you going out today. You're looking too beautiful—almost dangerously so. I'm half-terrified some girl out there might just snatch you away from me." She murmurs, almost to herself.

He smiles, dipping down to kiss the tip of her nose. "I'm yours, Vikrampriya."

She holds his gaze, her grip tightening on his collar as if to brand her words into him. "And you'll always be mine."

"I told you not to bring me or Veer into this, but here you are, insisting." He shrugs, giving her space to rethink her decision.

"Why are you so dead set on staying here?" She narrows her eyes. "Don't even try to deny it, Vikram. You're planning to sneak another woman into this house behind my back, aren't you?" She grabs his lapels, pulling him close, her glare locked on his.