Upon hearing the word donkey Vikrant tossed his laptop aside, closed his teeth, and hissed, "What did you just say? "You think I look like a donkey? Tell me again!"

Vyansh quickly intervened. No, Vikrant, we had meant nothing of the kind. It only meant that we did not keep you in the office past 6 p.m., however large the problem was. But you see, this time you are working up until the middle of the day; it is queer. Get your head level, you ass of a man.

Before Vikrant could answer, Ishan mischievously inquired, "You never got a chance to spend your wedding night, right?" That is the reason you are doing it, right? You got those... feelings in you, huh? Ha, ha? Am I right, Vikrant?"

It was salt on an open wound that Ishan said. Vikrant would have strangled him. I will set my teeth, Ishan, and I will break your hand and leg and put them in other places should you ever again say that sort of nonsense.

He addressed both of them and told them coldly that he was not interested in such rubbish. I only care about profit. Vikrant Singh Shekhawat does not just do anything pointlessly. But due to one girl, I have incurred great losses. My whole plan was not successful, and I had to suffer. I will see that she loses her money on it—she will never forget it all her life.

His anger began to boil over. He picked a cigarette, lit it, and stamped towards the glass wall with smoke spewing.

Ishan went beside him and said in a teasing way, "What if your wife happens to be very beautiful, Vikrant?" Will you then say that you are not interested in those rubbish things? Ask me—would you not still keep off her? In fact, I would have her instead of you, in case you do not find her interesting. I know I have been unmarried for years! I'll even marry her. Suppose I married my pretty and adorable sister-in-law. That is something special, isn't it?

He smiled mockingly and obviously only to annoy Vikrant.

But Vikrant, who had just put the cigarette to his lips, stood still. His blood boiled. He dropped the cigarette on the floor, caught Ishan by the collar, and banged him on the glass wall. Even when I am not interested in her, I will not give her out; even then I will not give her out, growled his jaw. Whatever, I must kill her; she is my property. That girl is mine now. And Vikrant Singh Shekhawat does not allow anybody to even peep at what belongs to him, not to mention touching it.

He pushed Ishan away roughly.

Ishan stared at him in horror—the face of Vikrant was black and jealous.

Vyansh came in front and asked Vikrant, Why are you angry with Ishan? He was joking. You are jealous of a girl who you are not even acquainted with. You do not even know who she really is. Then why so much anger?"