Kaya had decided—she would go with Veer.
But of course, only halfway. Not completely.
That was the line she drew for herself.
With this decision came another quiet realization. She had always thought Veer was reckless. A little idiotic, even. The kind of man who acted first and thought later.
But never—not even once—had she imagined he could be a genius when it came to packing.
He explained things she'd never even considered.
What she should take.
What she absolutely shouldn't.
He told her to cut down on the hide—"Too heavy," he said—and instead take more clothes.
Then he took out his knife and cut the fabric into pieces, neatly, efficiently.
Kaya had just stood there, stunned.
He had done so much—more than she ever expected.
Now, instead of the one simple handbag she had packed, she had two.
One shoulder bag—just a cloth pouch with a band to sling across her body—and one hand-carried bag.
And honestly, it was… nice. Thoughtful. Useful. All of it.
