
“I hate you,” she whispered.
Her voice didn’t shake. It was a meek attempt but her fingers curled into my shirt, fisting it like she was scared to let me go.
Vikram’s PoV.
“Oh, my Saale sahab is here.” My brother-in-law’s chirpy voice reached my ears.
I forced a smile and walked in his office, looking around at the sleazy interior of it.
“Please have a sit.”

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