Part 2
The Penthouse – Midnight
Kaaya sat on the edge of the bed, staring out at the Mumbai’s skyline. The city glittered below, but her mind was miles away.
She wasn’t stupid. Dev’s reaction wasn’t just about control. It was something else.
Fear.
She had seen it in his eyes, buried beneath the rage.
Dev Raichand the ruthless, dominant, white-collar mafia was afraid of Abhimanyu Singhaniya.
The door creaked open. She turned to see Dev standing there, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up. The tension in his shoulders had eased, but the storm was still there.
Without a word, he walked toward her, kneeling in front of her. His hands found her knees, spreading warmth through her skin.
“Kaaya…” His voice was softer now, raw.
Kaaya swallowed hard. Seeing Dev like this on his knees,
