The scene wrapped smoothly, their on-screen banter laced with an undercurrent of real tension that the director praised as 'electric.' As the crew began packing up, a makeup artist sidled up to Anya while she adjusted her earrings, a mischievous grin on her face. 'Anya, tu aaj bath ke baad aur zyada glow kar rahi hai! Koi secret skincare routine ya... kisika magic?' she teased, winking pointedly. Anya's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her mind flashing to the shower with Rohan—not just the steamy quickie, but the subtle thrill of his touch afterward. Unbeknownst to her at the time, Rohan had whispered a faint incantation under his breath as he rinsed the soap from her skin, a family heirloom of minor enchantments from his financier's secretive lineage. It was a simple spell, one that amplified natural radiance, making her skin shimmer with an ethereal luminosity that turned heads without raising alarms. She bit her lip, saying nothing, just offering a shy smile as she ducked away, the warmth in her core a reminder of his hidden power.