Rivaan peeled off the bandage from his hand with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locked onto hers. “There’s no wound anymore, Kohina. No need for unnecessary care.” His words were calm, but the weight behind them was unmistakable.
Kohina clenched her jaw, knowing she had lost this round. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out, her irritation barely concealed.
As soon as she left, a different servant entered, carrying another tray. “Sir, this was sent by Madam uh, Vanya.”
At the mere mention of her name, Rivaan’s expression softened. He looked at the plate, his lips curling up as he remembered the night before Vanya forcing him to take his medicine, their playful argument, the way she finally gave in and sat beside him.
Without hesitation, he pushed Kohina’s tray
