Nothing could have.
Up close, Rajveer Singh Sisodia felt unreal.
Too composed, too precise, too… overwhelming. The suit sat perfectly against broad shoulders. Bronze skin. Calm eyes that carried the weight of inherited power.
‘God that stupid diamond stud. Who gave royalty permission to accessorise this well?’
Naina almost missed the last step. Recovered instantly.
Rajveer watched her approach. He paused before his gaze lifted fully to her face.
That somehow made it worse.
Naina folded her hands before her brain failed publicly. “Your Highness.”
He returned the gesture. “Ms. Anand.”
‘That voice should not be allowed in public gatherings.’
Her smile survived somehow.
Up close, he felt dangerously commanding. He did nothing except stand there, and somehow the entire space adjusted around him.
‘Why does he feel taller this close?’
Her eyes dropped for a moment to the watch at his wrist.
‘That watch… dear God… He wears bespoke watches.’
A faint trace of oud and sandalwood reached her.
‘Fantastic. He even smells expensive.’
Then her eyes betrayed her again. Jawline. Mouth. Eyelashes.
‘No man should legally have eyelashes this perfect.’
The hint of amusement touched his lips before disappearing. His attention moved to the edge of her dupatta. “Mewar latticework.”
Naina blinked. Her mind took a few seconds to catch up.
‘He noticed the border.’
“Yes,” she managed. “I adapted it.”
“It is beautiful work.”
‘No. Absolutely not. I cannot survive praise from a prince while looking directly at his face.’
She held her composure through sheer force
His eyes dropped once more to the embroidery. His thumb brushed his watch strap before his attention returned to her. “I have followed your work for some time.”
‘Please stop speaking before I embarrass my ancestors.’
“My sister wore one of your designs during a state dinner in Udaipur. Half the guests asked for the designer’s name.”
Naina stared at him.
