Arka did not sleep.
He stood in his private study at three in the morning, the city below silent and glowing. The message replayed in his mind.
She still doesn’t know about the transfer, right?
His jaw hardened.
Someone was testing him.
The door creaked softly.
Aluna stepped inside, wrapped in one of his shirts. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She looked vulnerable in a way that unsettled him.
“You didn’t come back to bed,” she said.
“I had work.”
“At three in the morning?”
He turned slowly. “You should rest.”
She walked closer, studying his face. “You’re not fine.”
“I never said I was.”
“Then tell me.”
There was fear in her eyes. Not suspicion. Fear of distance.
Arka held her gaze for several seconds.
“Did you tell anyone about the pregnancy?” he asked calmly.
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