Dev sat in his study, the dim light from the chandelier casting sharp shadows on his face. His fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, his jaw clenched as he processed everything.
Kaaya. Singhaniya. Reyansh.
Too many missing pieces.
Too many lies.
And he hated lies.
He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Reyansh’s contact before pressing call.
The line rang twice before Reyansh’s lazy voice answered.
“Boss, I hope this is important. I was about to enjoy my whiskey.”
Dev’s grip on the phone tightened. “Singhaniya.”
There was a pause.
Then a slow chuckle. “And here I thought you’d be asking about your wife first.”
Dev’s patience snapped. “Tell me everything you know about their connection with Kaaya.”
Reyansh sighed. “I did some digging. And you’re not going to like
