There was a 26-year-old man lying on a sofa, and he said, "Vikrant, are you really intending to marry Ratiqa?" You do not even like her; you do not love her. You barely know her. Is it therefore the right thing to marry her? Think carefully. I do not believe that she would fit you. She's just rich. There is no other thing in her that will like her or that will want to marry her.

Without glancing at him, Vikrant took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. Vyansh, there is no need to tell me what I should do. I can very well judge what is right for me. And how convenient can that girl be to me? Anyhow, I do not believe in things such as love and relationships. They are merely a waste of time, and Vikrant Singh Shekhawat is not a time waster. The girl is a mere cog, no more than that. When she can get my work done, what is wrong with marrying her?

Vyansh shook his head and walked by his side, pocketing his hands. Yes, I forgot about one more thing—the great Vikrant Singh Shekhawat perceives nothing but business and money. Naturally, you are seeking advantages even in marriage. Yet there is one thing I do not understand-- why are you so out of love and relationships? You are 33, and you have never even had a girlfriend. I even suspect you are gay sometimes.

Vyansh looked down at Vikrant as he spoke, and Vikrant glared at him with a look that might have swallowed him up, and Vyansh instantly fell silent.

The door of the room at that time was knocked. Vikrant looked at his wristwatch. Vyansh looked in the direction of the door and said, Come in.

Eeshani came in with the food trolley, bowing her head in greeting. "Good morning, sir. I've brought your breakfast."

Vikrant, who was again staring out of the window, drew in again at his cigarette and inquired, without glancing at her, coldly, "Aren't you here?"

This question startled Eeshani. Her eyes were raised to Vikrant, who was standing before the window with his back turned away. Her head dropped, and she said, "No, sir." I was employed in this hotel 3 months ago.

Vikrant looked about at her, and his face stiffened. Eeshani had a black suit with churidar pants, which fit very well with her slim, fair figure. Having examined her in every part, Vikrant turned his back against the window and stated without showing any feeling, "Were you not given a hotel uniform?

Eeshani panicked inside himself and said, What have I gotten myself into? Had I known that I should serve Sir breakfast to-day, I should never have left off my uniform. But how is this my fault? I was unprepared at this summons...

She had not yet thought further before a harsh voice, which was very near to her, said, "Did you not hear my question?" The scream had startled Eeshani, and all her body was trembling.

Vyansh came in. "What is all the shouting you are doing to her because of such a little thing? Vikrant? She's just a girl. So, what is wrong with her not putting on her uniform once a day? Why get so angry?"

Vikrant stopped him, nearly shouting, "I am speaking to my hotel employees; shut up, you fool. Vyansh made no reply.

Vikrant then turned to Eeshani, had another drag of his cigarette at the window, and in a cold voice said, Speak.