"Good morning, everyone," Aditya's deep, resonant voice rang out, cutting through the silence as he finally entered the dining room. As the Emperor, the head of the house, and the man at the center of last night's wild escapades, his presence sent a shockwave through the room.
He took his seat with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief, his face betraying no sign of what had transpired the night before. There was no shame, no guilt, just a sense of ease and confidence that was both reassuring and unsettling.
Seeing Aditya, Aria's teasing grin faltered, and she quickly stopped her playful banter with Riya, Sylvie, and Amber. Meanwhile, Sylvie and Amber's embarrassment reached new heights, and they further lowered their heads, their hair falling like a curtain to hide their flushed faces.
