The black luxury car wound through the misty Kashmir roads toward the grand hilltop resort. Rich businessmen, politicians, and socialites had gathered for an exclusive charity gala. Crystal chandeliers glowed inside the grand hall, and soft instrumental music floated through the air.

Arman drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on Sana’s thigh the entire way. She sat beside him in a simple but elegant cream salwar kameez with a light dupatta, Ayaan sleeping peacefully in his car seat in the back.