Earlier, seeing Namrata cling so naturally to Rohit's arm had left an unpleasant feeling in Riya's chest.
Especially when Rohit made no effort to pull away.
For some reason, that irritated her far more than it should have.
"Rohit…" Riya said calmly, though her tone carried a clear chill. "I believe I deserve an explanation."
Despite the composed smile on her face and her folded arms, the faint pink on her cheeks hinted that something beneath her calm exterior had clearly been stirred.
Rohit raised both hands in a calming gesture. "Riya di, relax. There's nothing much to explain. This is Namrata, one of my good friends. We—"
"From where?" Riya cut in. "School? Private classes?"
"Something like private classes." Rohit kept his expression carefully neutral. "Is there a problem?"
Riya's gaze shifted slowly to Namrata.
