Veer's mouth opened.
Then closed.
There were no safe words left in his vocabulary.
They wandered the market for a while longer—pointlessly, aimlessly. Kaya's irritation didn't cool. It just hardened into something heavier, settling in her chest like a stone.
Finally, she stopped walking and glared at the nearest stall like it had personally wronged her.
"I'm going back," she said flatly. "Coming with you is a complete waste of time."
She spun on her heel and started walking, her stride sharp and angry.
Veer stood frozen for a moment, watching her back disappear into the crowd.
Now he understood—crystal clear—why his father always told him to marry a vulture-tribe woman instead.
'What the hell is wrong with this girl…'
But his feet moved anyway, chasing after her.
"Sweetheart, wait," he called, jogging to catch up.
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By the time they reached the hotel, Kaya's mood hadn't improved even a little.
