Late at night..

Pictures after pictures… The more Devraj scrolled through the images sent to him, the tighter his grip on the phone became.

He stopped at the one where Kunal leaned forward, stealing a bite of ice cream from Ira’s spoon.

His jaw clenched. His fingers curled so hard around the device.

With a low exhale, Devraj dropped the phone onto the bed beside him and leaned back against the headrest.

His chest rose and fell. The room was dark except for the moonlight shining ...