Part 2
Five Years Ago
The first time Kaaya met Dev Raichand, she wanted to punch him in the face.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
It was a hot July afternoon, the kind that made the air feel sticky and unbearable. She was already in a bad mood—late for her college orientation, her white kurti had a coffee stain, and her temper was hanging by a thread.
And then came him.
Dressed in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his expensive watch, Dev Raichand leaned against his car like he owned the damn world.
Correction—he probably did.
A rich brat with an attitude problem, a jawline that looked like it could cut glass, and zero self-awareness.
Kaaya wouldn’t have cared. She had better things to do than deal with a self-absorbed, spoiled playboy. But then—
He sto
