The two opponents faced each other. Kaya stood relaxed, wearing her plain black shirt. She calmly rolled her sleeves up, loosening her collar by two buttons as if preparing for nothing more than a stroll.
Veer's father let out a short cough, glaring at her. "What? You think this is a fashion show? Do you really believe you can survive this? No. Don't expect mercy just because you're a woman. I won't go easy on you."
Kaya's lips curled into a bright, almost innocent smile. "May God bless you."
He frowned, not understanding. But when the fight began—he would.
Veer's father smirked at her. "Ha. You go first."
Kaya shook her head, her voice cool and steady. "Nah. If I go first, this fight will be over before it even starts."
Veer's breath caught—then he let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn't help the grin tugging at his lips. How damn cool does my wifey look right now…
