After finishing her meal, Kaya glanced at Veer, who was quietly collecting the dishes. She couldn't understand this man. Men usually carried such big egos—her ex, for instance, had hated her independence. Even the ones she'd met later, though kinder, still carried that silent pride. But Veer… he was different.
A man like him, loved by everyone in his tribe, clearly the family's favorite child, almost like a prince—yet he bent down for her so easily, without hesitation. Kaya couldn't wrap her head around it.
As if he had read her thoughts, Veer suddenly spoke with a faint smile, "Sweetheart… I really do want you to keep staring at me like that for the rest of our lives. But if you've got a question, just ask."
Kaya looked at him, her eyes steady, and then finally spoke.
"You knew about me from before, didn't you?"
It wasn't a question—it sounded more like she was confirming what she already believed.
