The air thickened, charged with an unspoken current as Giri's presence enveloped Mira. The black silk lace dress, clinging to her form like a second skin, seemed to shimmer under his gaze, transforming her into a vision of pure allure. He felt an irresistible pull, a deep, primal urge to be closer, to bridge the small distance between them. Slowly, deliberately, he moved and bent down behind her until his body was flush against her back, a soft, intimate pressure that sent a jolt through Mira.

Mira's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the unexpected warmth of Giri behind her. Her head snapped around, her eyes wide with surprise as they met his. A blush, like the delicate flush of a sunrise, crept up her cheeks. "What are you searching for?" Giri's voice was a low rumble, a teasing note in his tone. He noticed the slight tremble in her hands.