Samar slipped back into his bed, his fingers tightening around the knife before shoving it under the pillow. His breathing was uneven, his pulse still racing from the encounter.
Meera noticed.
"Where were you?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.
Samar didn't answer immediately. His mind raced. "The hospital," he finally said.
Meera frowned. "Why?"
"To see Vanya," he replied, voice steady, measured. "To check on her. Like any father would."
Her eyes searched his face, but he had mastered the art of hiding. After a moment, she sighed and turned away.
At Rivaan’s mansion, the morning air buzzed with tension.
Kohina stood in the kitchen, directing the cook with the authority of someone who thought they owned the place. "Make something heavy. Proper food. None of that bland hosp
