Saira leaned back in her chair, phone pressed to her ear. Her brows furrowed slightly at the voice on the other end—smooth, confident, and as annoyingly familiar as ever.
“Alexander,” she said, tone flat. “How did you get my number?”
A low chuckle came through the line. “Straight to the point. No ‘hello’? No ‘how have you been?’”
She sighed. “I don’t do pointless conversations. Answer the question.”
“Still as blunt as ever,” he mused. “Alright, if you must know—I had some help.”
She tapped her fingers against the table, waiting.
“Aarav.”
Saira’s expression remained impassive, but internally, the pieces clicked together. So that’s why Aarav had suddenly called last night after disappearing for so long. She hadn’t bothered answering, and now, she knew why.
Her voice was cool. “You expect me to believe Aarav just handed you my number?”
Alexander let out a small laugh, as if amused by her skepticism. “Not exactly. Let’s just say he pointed me in the right direction.”
Saira wasn’t surprise
