"You know, Vikrant, Bahu," said Kishori. He does things his own way. He will come when he wants to. Repeated phone calls will not see him come earlier. Stop worrying about him and attend to other things. He will come on time. There's still plenty of time."

Shashikala, who was always apprehensive, replied, "How do you think I can worry, Mom? It is his marriage day, and he is not even responding to people. Of course, I'll be stressed." With this she attempted a second time to call him.

Suddenly, the call connected. Reliably, yet anxiously, Shashikala said, Where is Vikrant? You know it's your wedding day. Why are you late?"

Vikrant, in the passenger car seat, with the phone to his ear, dressed in a black three-piece suit, with his dark and dangerous eyes, answered me, in his deep voice, “Don’t worry, Mom.” I'll be there on time. You relax." Without hearing any more, he terminated the conversation.

There was a sudden stopping of the car. Vyansh, the driver, looked at Vikrant, whose eyes showed anger, which was flashing in his black eyes. Vyansh replied hesitantly, "Vikrant, I am sorry... somebody just came in front of the car.

Vikrant grits his teeth in anger. Vyansh, I have already told you so many times that the time of Vikrant Singh Sikhawat is precious. Do not waste it on useless folks. And how many times must I repeat this to you? If a person wishes to die, then allow him/her to die. Why does the car stop?"

At this time a large number of people had flocked around the car. It was people who were screaming at the driver to come out. Vyansh glanced at Vikrant. Vikrant turned and looked at the crowd in disgust.

"Get it over with," said Irritated, "and smash money in the mouths of these poor people." Such individuals just pass by a car of a rich man and daydream about money. Pathetic, disgusting people."

Vyansh left the car and stared at the man who had burst in front of his car. The leg of the man was broken, and he was rolling about on the ground with pain. All people nearby became furious with Vyansh.

Someone in the crowd screamed, in his frustration, Just because you are rich does not mean you can take away the life of someone.? Another person in the crowd added, "When you cannot drive properly, why go out in such an expensive car?

Vyansh looked at the wounded man and, with his dreadful eyes, drove some away. Vyansh, like Vikrant, was very hot-tempered, and he got along with some people to whom he could entrust his friendship.

Vyansh then pulled a wad of notes out of his pocket and threw it into the face of the injured man. "Hopefully it will be sufficient enough, I hope," I said, turning to the car. The anger of the crowd increased further by seeing this.

He shouted, and the man who had been injured and was groaning said, "This will not make me quiet by giving me money." You suppose I'll take this money and you go? No! I shall drag you to a court on this accident. As well, perhaps you will think straight!