Veer's confusion flickered into something harder. "Questions? What are you talking about?"
Veer's father finally looked at his son, and for a moment, something almost resembling regret passed over his face. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by cold resolve.
"Son," he said quietly, "how long has this woman been with you?"
Veer hesitated. "Months. Why does that—"
"And in all that time," his father interrupted, voice rising now, "has she borne you a child?"
The room went silent.
Kaya's expression didn't change, but something cold settled in her chest.
Veer blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
"Answer the question," one of the elders demanded. "Has she conceived?"
Veer's hands clenched into fists. "That's none of your—"
"It is our business," his father cut in sharply. "If this woman cannot give you an heir, then this marriage is void. Our laws are clear."
Kaya's eyes stayed on Veer's father, reading him now. This wasn't curiosity. This was a trap.
