Adya's fingers tightened around Ayan's hand as they stepped further inside, her grip betraying her nervousness in this unfamiliar world of polished faces and smooth chatter. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Promise me you won't leave me alone here," she said, her wide eyes scanning the room.
Ayan gave her a reassuring squeeze, offering her a small smile.
"I promise."
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
"I'm feeling nervous," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.
"You can handle this," Ayan replied, his tone steady.
Adya glanced up at him, her lips curving into a hesitant smile.
"Say something motivating. I need it."
Ayan leaned closer, his voice low and teasing.
"Territory belongs to the dogs, not the lions."
Adya let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.
"Shut up," she muttered, though a hint of relief had crept into her tone.
