Kaaya’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at the photograph.
Her father. Abhay. And Abhay.
Together.
Her mind screamed at her to make sense of it, but the pieces didn’t fit.
Why?
Her father had been a businessman, a respected one. At least, that’s what she had always believed.
But then why was he in a picture with Abhay Khurana the same man who had terrorized her and Abhay, the same man who had once been her world?
“You’re lying,” she whispered, forcing herself to meet Abhay’s eyes.
He took a slow sip of whiskey, his expression unreadable.
“I never lie,” he said.
Her fingers curled into fists. “Then explain. Why is my father in this picture?”
Abhay set his glass down, exhaling slowly. “Because he wasn’t the man you thought he was.”
A chill ran down her spine.
“No,” she s
