Ayaan frowned.
"No one?" he repeated innocently. "But he looks sad."
Ananya's heart clenched.
"Let's go, Ayaan," she said softly.
But Aarav couldn't let them leave.
Not again.
His eyes fell on the child.
The resemblance.
The timing.
The feeling he couldn't ignore.
"Is he… yours?" Aarav asked.
Ananya stiffened.
"Yes."
The answer was immediate.
Cold.
Final.
Aarav swallowed.
"And his father?"
The question hung in the air.
Ananya slowly looked at him.
Her eyes were calm—but filled with something deeper.
Pain.
"You don't need to know."
The words were sharp.
Deliberate.
Aarav felt something inside him crack.
But before he could react—
Ananya turned and walked away, holding Ayaan's hand tightly.
This time…
He didn't stop her.
But his gaze never left them.