Crying with fury, Vikrant called out, "What hast thou to do with that?" To be careless?"

Vyansh made attempts to soothe him, being aware of how violent Vikrant could be. Vikrant shut his eyes, rubbed his forehead once again, and looked back at the monitor.

The head of the security rose, trembling, his head lowered.

Coldly, Vikrant inquired of him, "Did you happen to be the one who was observing the footage last night?

"Yes, sir, yes, sir," stammered the manager.

What was Tushar doing in the hotel? Vikrant demanded.

The man became trembling even more. Vikrant looked at him when he failed to respond. It was only too clear that he did not know anything because he was scared. Vikrant took his collar and was just about to slap him once more when the hotel manager came to rescue him in a hurry.

After coming in, Sir, Tushar immediately went straight to the staff room, the manager said, nervously. Afterwards he is not heard of. No cameras are installed indoors because of staff privacy rules.

Vikrant's jaw tightened. He pushed the security manager aside roughly and told him, Get out!

The manager fled out of the room.

Vikrant then turned to Vyansh. Ask Tushar and Ishani about their history, what they are here for, when they are here—all of that. I want to know it all."

His voice was low and lethally calm.

Vyansh nodded. "Should I bring Ishani here?"

Vikrant replied coldly, "No. She must not be aware of all this. I'll find out my own way."

Vyansh said, "Okay," and left.

Once he was away, Vikrant repeated the terrace video of the night before. He watched carefully. The more he looked, the more he was furious—because Ishani had been weeping all this time, from when she got to the terrace till he came there.

But she had said to him she had gone up to look after her phone.

He jumped further—to the moment when Ishani was going out of the hotel. On enlarging, he beheld tears streaming on her face. But the thing that appalled him most of all was the blood on her hand—and the marks of a scratch on her neck.

Vikrant froze. His brain was in a blank to put together what exactly had occurred last night.

Then his phone vibrated. He shook himself, took it out of his pocket, examined the screen, and after a moment returned it to its place unanswered.

Vikrant left the hotel, leaving the monitoring room.

His car arrived at the parking space of Sikhavat Palace a short while later. He left and walked to the point straight in.

The whole Sikhavat family was waiting upon him at the dining table. The presence of them all made Vikrant sink his eyes—he knew perfectly what was about to happen.

The eyes of everyone turned upon him as soon as he walked in. He dismissed them and headed off towards the stairs. Nobody touched their breakfast; they were all waiting to see Vikrant. The incident of the previous night was a mystery that was on everyone.

After a few minutes, Vikrant stepped down, freshly dressed, and sat down at the table.

Shreekant Ji, in his turn, said angrily:

Why did you accept the terms of Vishwajeet? Vikrant. Have you lost your mind? You are going to murder that girl so you can get married to Ratika?