Veer placed a hand dramatically over his chest and declared,
"I'm not married. I don't have contact with any females. The only contact I have is with you."
Then, as if his own words horrified him, his expression twisted—but only for a second before he brightened again like a fool who didn't know how close he stood to danger.
"Well, you know," he added with a grin, "my father once said, 'If you like a girl and both of you get married, then she's your spouse.'"
He spread his arms, eyes twinkling like an idiot.
"So in this case—you'll be my wife. Oh my God. How romantic."
Kaya blinked. Slowly. Dangerously. Her jaw tightened.
Her voice came out colder than the wind that sliced across the plains.
"And when exactly did we get married?"
Veer shrugged like it didn't matter.
"Well, not now... but we can. Future plans, right?"
He spun on his heel, already walking ahead like he was narrating a fantasy he was falling deeper into with every step.
