Veer was standing in the corridor with Sheena beside him. His jaw was tight, his brows furrowed, and his fingers moved frantically across his phone screen calling someone, then another, then the first again.
"Veer, relax, love," Sheena said in her sweet, sugary tone, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "They're not kids. They're somewhere around here. Why are you taking so much tension?"




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