The Varma Tower's VIP bay was a cathedral of brushed steel and silent, electric luxury. As Isabella stepped out of the SUV, the heavy Mumbai humidity was instantly replaced by the sterile, chilled air of Arjun's domain.

"My team will take your luggage to the Penthouse suite," Arjun said, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "We have three hours before the reception. I imagine you'd like to wash the flight off your skin."