Page 21 of Trapped By the Maharaja

It was morning. As soon as Sanjana opened her eyes, her eyes met with masculine hair on a broad, muscular chest.

Her head was resting on Ram’s bare chest. Again.

Her pulse spiked in panic. She vaguely remembered drifting off last night on the velvet couch, files scattered around her. She must have gotten up in her sleep again and stumbled to the bed.

This can’t keep happening.

She froze, praying he was asleep. But dread curled tight in her chest as she tilted her head upward.

Ram was awake. His dark eyes were already on her, steady and unreadable, though something dangerous smoldered beneath the surface.

Heat flooded her cheeks. Every nerve in her body seemed to spark with awareness. She scrambled upright so fast the sheets tangled around her legs.

“I—I have to get ready for the hospital,” she stammered, avoiding his gaze as her cheeks burned hotter.

Without waiting for his reply, she rushed across the room, her pulse hammering, and shut the bathroom door firmly behind her. She pressed her palms against the cool marble counter, closing her eyes.

Sanjana told herself she hated him… yet the memory of lying against him again left her breathless.