Kavya hadn’t expected the afternoon to unfold like this. She had planned nothing more than a quick stop at the café to get a drink before heading home. But fate, as always, liked playing its quiet games with her.
The bell chimed as she pushed the door open. The familiar aroma of roasted coffee beans washed over her, comforting and warm. She stepped inside—and froze.
Aryan was already there.
Not unusual.
But who he was with?
That stopped her heartbeat in its tracks.
A woman sat across from him—pretty, polished, confident. Her laughter rang softly, her hand lightly touching Aryan’s wrist as they talked. And the worst part?
Aryan didn’t pull away.
Kavya’s fingers tightened around her phone.
A strange feeling stirred inside her—unwelcome, sharp, and immediate.
Jealousy.
Raw and unex
