Abeer stood in place, his eyes locking onto Mehek as she quietly entered the room with a tray of drinks balanced in her hands. The noise of chatter faded into the background as his gaze lingered, surprised by her presence in this household. He had expected someone like Riya—loud, attention-seeking—but Mehek was a stark contrast. Dressed in a simple yellow and white suit, her movements were deliberate and calm, her demeanor soft but strong.

Mehek, equally shocked, fought to keep her composure. Of all people, she hadn't anticipated him—this gruff, unreadable man—in her home today. She had heard enough about Abeer Malhotra to know he wasn't one for pleasantries. His reputation was one of a man who preferred silence over words, and indifference over engagement.