Kaya turned to Veer, her brows slightly furrowed, and asked, "So… how much is this Calcutta salt? Is it expensive or something?"
Veer paused, looked at her, and then slowly raised three fingers.
Kaya blinked. "Thirty?"
He shook his head.
"Three hundred?"
He shook his head again, his lips twitching.
Kaya crossed her arms. "Then what, in heaven's name, does three mean?"
With a deep sigh, Veer said, "Thirty white stones… and three golden ones."
Kaya froze. For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. "Wait—stone? As in… the beast stones? The ones you get after killing them?"
Veer nodded casually.
Kaya's expression went through a whole emotional rollercoaster — disgust, disbelief, anger, and sheer confusion — all in one second. "Are you telling me someone actually kills beasts just to buy a handful of salt? What are these people even doing with their lives? Licking gold?"
Veer tried to suppress a smile. "Well… you could get about forty kilos of salt for that amount."
