And just then the furious voice of Vishwajeet was heard: Stop! I shall not allow my daughter to get married to a married man. Vikrant opened his eyebrows and looked round at him. Vishwajeet went up to him, and Vikrant was forcibly relieved of Ratika by him. "You are already married. I will not allow my daughter to marry another man. Astounded, Ratika replied at once, Dad, what do you mean? I want to marry Vikrant. I do not care even when he is married to another person. I will marry Vikrant." Vishwajeet looked at her furiously. I do not have anything to do with that girl,, Vikrant said in an expressionless manner. She is not my wife. I don't even know her. We have nothing to do, and the marriage was a counterfeit. In this Vina, in rage, replied, --You are married to that girl, even so. You are a married man in the sight of the world. I will never have my sister marry you. Vikrant became harder in his face. "I will get married to Vikrant," Dad insisted, Ratika. It is my life, and I am going to make my own choices! Vishwajeet put up his hand before she could say anything. With pride he told Vikrant, "Raise me the body of the girl who had attempted to replace Ratika before you can marry her." It is only at this point that I will permit you to marry Ratika. And keep in mind that I will kill that runaway bride should you make any attempt. May this take root: I, Vishwajeet Thakur, am your number one worst enemy. No one believed what Vishwajeet had said. Vikrant had taken everything over by himself. Vikrant stepped up to Vishwajeet and told him in an emotionless voice, "Fine." Saying this, I will not marry Ratika before I bring before you that body of that girl. Vikrant became even more angry as a result of his thought. "Lady, squeeze that cigarette in the palm," he growled. "Whatever you are, it was a great mistake—a great big mistake—to step into the life of Vikrant Singh Shekhawat." And you will pay for it dearly." "I swore, my beloved wife, I swore, I swore," he said to himself. "I won't let you live in peace." By this he killed the phone with his hand and entered the room. He walked directly to the wardrobe, took out a white shirt, and donned it, and as he stepped out the door, he made a call. "I want the details tomorrow, coldly, all the details," said he. At Fiction Hotel There was still Eeshani, the same hotel, which was owned by Vikrant himself. She did not have her own residence, so she usually spent her time in the staff rooms supplied by the hotel or the apartment of her friend. All the staff people at the hotel were allocated rooms to help them cope with the late-night shifts. However, this night, Eeshani had gotten through the back gate, lest somebody notice. She was standing in front of the mirror in her tiny staff room and looking at herself, head to toe. She was wearing the same wedding dress. She was clutching in one shaky hand a huge wad of money. Her eyes slowly raised to see vermilion (sindoor) spread across her hairline and down her forehead and on her face.