He claps loudly in mockery, his grin widening. “Wow… I didn’t know the little lamb had turned into a tigress,” he drawls, tilting his head as he studies me. “Guess the coma did more than just keep you alive.”
Knowing I won’t get a name, and totally done with the conversation, I say coolly, “Enjoy your cell, Prakash. Rot in it. I may not have the name now, but I promise, I’ll find it soon.”
His grin doesn’t falter. “Until then, sleep with one eye open, sleeping beauty.”
Just then, the constable steps closer. “Madam, time’s up.”
I stay still at first, staring at Prakash, fury simmering behind my eyes as I take in that smug, infuriating smile.
Then, without another word, I turn and walk away. His laughter echoes down the corridor, but I don’t look back. I’m done giving him that power.
Chapter 12
Sidharth
Rage doesn’t even come close to what’s burning inside me. The seconds tick by, but my eyes stay locked on the damn police station.
Leaning against the hood of my car, my jaw clenched and arms folded tightly, my mind keeps replaying the call I got from Viraj. The moment he told me Nisha was at the station to meet Prakash, I swear I stopped breathing. At first, the words didn’t register. But when he confirmed them, I slammed my laptop shut and walked out of an online meeting with a high-profile client.
The client could wait. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the patience to sit there when all I could think about was Nisha with that asshole. Just the thought of him laying his eyes on her was enough to make my blood boil.
And just like that, a flurry of questions erupted.Why the hell would she want to meet that piece of shit? What the hell was she thinking? Has she forgotten what that bastard did to her? And more than anything, why the fuck didn’t she tell me?
Just yesterday, it felt like we were finally making progress. Like she was letting me in. But the stubborn woman is back to shutting me out.
Even with the overwhelming need to shake the answers out of her, the only reason I didn’t barge into that damn police station and drag her out myself was because I knew I wasn’t in control. If I charged in like that, I’d cause a scene, and the last thing I wanted was to upset Nisha. As much as she drives me insane, seeing her hurt is something I simply cannot stand.
All my thoughts come to a halt the moment I see her walk out of the station. She hasn’t seen me yet. Her head is down, her fingers moving over her phone screen, lost in whatever she’s typing. But my eyes don’t leave her for a second. I stay rooted to the spot, every muscle coiled tight, trying to chain the beast inside me that’s been pacing restlessly ever since I got that damn call.
She takes a few steps before lifting her head. And that’s when our eyes meet. In that split second, her body stiffens, and she freezes mid-step, the color draining from her face.
Holding her gaze, I let a slow smirk curve my lips, the kind that says,yes, sweetheart, you are in trouble, and you better have a damn good reason for this stunt.Because I’m not in the mood for your silly excuses.
When she doesn’t move, I raise an eyebrow, just enough to let her know I’m waiting. She hesitates for a beat, her fingers tightening around her phone, then starts walking towards me with careful, measured steps, like she’s approaching a ticking bomb. And right now, she’s not wrong.
“Sidharth, what are you doing here?” she asks timidly, stopping in front of me.
“You really want to start with that question, Nisha?” My tone isn’t loud, but it’s enough to make her flinch. “Try again.”
She bites her lip, her gaze dropping. “Sidharth, I…”
“Not here,” I cut her off coldly, already moving towards the passenger side of the car. I pull the door open and look at her. “Get in.”
She flinches again at the command but doesn’t move.
“Nisha.” My tone leaves no room for discussion. “Now.”
Swallowing hard, she slides into the seat without a word. I slam the door shut, round the front of the car, and drop into the driver’s seat. I start the engine and pull out of the lot.
She fidgets with her hands in her lap, staring straight ahead, while I keep my eyes fixed on the road.
The silence between us is oppressive, but I don’t bother breaking it. Not because I don’t want to, but because if I open my mouth now, I might say something I can’t take back.
A few minutes pass before she finally turns towards me. “Where are we going?”
I don’t look at her. “My place.”
She shifts in her seat uncomfortably. “Sidharth, I don’t think—”
