The hospital room was silent. Too silent. The kind that creeps into your bones and tells you something terrible is about to happen.
Kaaya lay on the bed, gasping, her arms protectively wrapped around her stomach. Her vision was blurry, but she could still see him. Dev Raichand. The man she once loved. The man who now wanted to destroy her.
The man who just threatened to kill her child.
She tried to sit up, but her body screamed in protest. Her breath was shallow. The doctor was saying something words she couldn’t quite process.
But Dev? He wasn’t looking at her anymore.
His phone buzzed. He picked it up, his expression unreadable.
“Sir, it’s done.”
A pause.
Dev exhaled slowly. “Good.”
Kaaya’s fingers dug into the bedsheet. “Dev…” Her voice was weak, but the fear in it was strong.
