Ishan smiled before I could respond and answered, in a sarcastic manner, Vikrant did, of course; he is possessive—she is his wife now. That clearly means Vikrant treats her as being theirs. And who will she be when there is no husband who is possessive of his wife? To be honest enough, I think Vikrant will fall in love with her. You see, in case he is lucky enough to meet her again. Otherwise, she would just marry another human being and live happily thereafter.

Vikrant tightened his jaw at the moment Ishan said that. He was pointing a finger at Ishan and told him coldly, If you would rather not die, get your mouth closed. The reason why I do not know what I will do next time to you is that even I do not know. And hark—Vikrant Singh Shekhawat does not believe in love. She will return back to me—alive or dead—that girl.

And Vikrant banged the door behind him, storming out of the cabin.

Ishan and Vyans looked at the door in disbelief as Vikrant went down the corridor.

Vikrant drove back to his hotel himself, flustered.

However, as the guards flung open the gate and his car came into view, there was someone suddenly standing in front of it. Vikrant was forced to bang down the brakes.

His raging eyes boomeranged ahead—and there she was. One girl was before his car and was hiding her face with her hands.

Fury filled Vikrant got out of the motorcar, walked up to her, seized her arm violently, pulled her nearer, and growled in gritted teeth, How dare you? Who the hell should come in front of my car? Go ahead and die in front of a car in order to satisfy your death wish! Since even my car is not intended for someone of your value to be killed under!

The girl was shaken by his roar.

She lowered her hands slowly, but she was still covering her face. And as she did so, her innocent face appeared. She gazed up at Vikrant with her sparkling tears.

She sucked at her lip and looked up at him with a shaky and teardrop-streaked face.

Ishani jumped at the vigorous yelling, Vikrant, and gradually took her hand off her face, blinking and trembling at him. Her face was like it might start crying. The sight of the face of Ishani only served to make Vikrant more angry. He caught her arm still harder, dragged her still nearer, and screamed at her.

"Are you out of your mind? Why do you keep on facing me again and again? I can just look at your face and get even angrier! When you do not know how to walk, then break your leg and sit in the hospital. You do not have to go to the hotel. I want to kill you just now, yet I hold myself in because it is not yet time. But you will be seeing me soon enough, should you continue to appear before me in this manner!

The eyes of Vikrant were all blood red, and his face shook with anger. Ishani started trembling with fear seeing him in this condition of anger. She was unable to comprehend half of what Vikrant was saying, at least the part concerning the time coming. She wept at his yelling and ached even where Vikrant was holding her tight.