NITYA'S POV

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared into Riddhaan's eyes, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. His grip on my throat was firm but not suffocating, his thumb tracing the outline of the cut he had inflicted just moments ago. A bead of blood welled up where his nail had broken the skin, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from the crimson droplet that threatened to spill over.