𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩
The car came to a halt in front of the house, and I wasted no time. The moment the engine turned off, I unbuckled my seatbelt and bolted out, slamming the door shut behind me without sparing Raj a glance. I didn’t need to deal with his mood right now. My mind was already spinning with everything that had happened today. I’d thought about telling him what I heard back at the office—the cryptic threat about kidnapping—but what was the point? He’d probably just dismiss it or, worse, blame me for getting involved in things that weren’t my business.
And let’s be real: he was likely already gearing up to scold me for what happened with Saniya. The memory of slapping her brought a small smirk to my lips, but it quickly vanished. If he thought I’d apologize for standing up for myself, he had another thing coming.
I hurried inside, ignoring the sound of his footsteps trailing behind me. The tension between us hung in the air, but I refused to acknowledge it.
I pushed op
