Myra didn't stop running until she was outside the café, the cold air hitting her like a slap. Her heart was pounding—too fast, too loud—drowning out every rational thought she had left.
She had made a mistake.
She had let something slip.
Panic clawed at her chest, the weight of her own words pressing down on her. You're not wrong.
What had she been thinking?
She wasn't ready for this. For him.
Footsteps behind her made her freeze.
"Sinha."
She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply before turning around. "Don't."
Arjun stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, but his eyes—dark and unreadable—never left hers. "Don't what?"
"Don't follow me. Don't—" She shook her head. "Just don't."
Something flickered across his face. Something she couldn't quite place. "Why do you do th
