Veer had just stepped out of the room after putting Kaya on the bed to get her some water. But as he came back in, the bed was empty.
"Kaya?"
He scanned the room, and suddenly—WHAM!—someone kicked him squarely in the back.
"Ouch!" Veer yelped, tumbling forward and spinning around, ready to retaliate.
And then he froze.
It was Kaya. She was sitting right on top of him, grinning mischievously.
"Where did you go, my handsome guy?" she cooed, tilting her head playfully.
Veer groaned. "Kaya, please get down and drink some water. You'll feel better."
Kaya waved a delicate hand. "Thank you. Now I'm feeling much better. Anyway… who are you, handsome?"
"Kaya… dear God," Veer muttered, exasperated.
She giggled and pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh! Hush. How many times have I told you? A handsome man does not speak like that."
Then she reached up and lightly touched his lips with her hand. "Oh my God! Your lips… so soft!"
