“Mr. Raichand,” she said first, voice steady. “Didn’t expect you at a place like this.” “Oh, Little Sin…” he murmured softly, leaning closer, letting the nickname slip for the first time. “You think I wouldn’t follow the fire that’s trying so hard not to burn me?” Her pulse skipped. Kabir watched her throat move when she swallowed. She glared at him. “That nickname—don’t use it.” “Oh, but it fits you,” he replied lazily. “Sweet face. Sharp mind. And the kind of trouble men ruin kingdoms for.” His voice dropped lower, brushing her ear like heat. “And I love trouble.”