ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ

The evening approached and Veda's heart raced as she heard the door open. Adyant walked in, his expression unreadable. He went to the bathroom without even glancing at her as if the moment they had shared in the morning meant nothing to him.

As Adyant stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless. The only thing covering his lower body was a white towel. Veda's eyes roamed at him, taking in the sight of his muscular and toned chest dripping wet with the droplets of water.

"Adyant, we need to talk," Veda said, her voice firm as she finally came out of the spell of the small flicker of desire building inside her.

Adyant raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Veda's hands clenched into fists as she asked with nervousness building up inside her "The woman on the phone...who is she? The one who was calling you baby on that day when I had called you whIle you were out for your business trip?"

Adyant's expression changed, his eyes flashing with irritation.

"None of your business," he snapped.

Veda's eyes