“She won’t be married for long. Soon, I’ll get her divorced.”
That’s all it takes for whatever patience I had left to snap. I grab his collar again and yank him towards me.
“You won’t go anywhere near her with that intention,” I growl. “You want to come after my business? Fine. You want to come after me? Fine. But if you ever even think about touching my marriage… there won’t be a body left for the police to find.”
“Dev… let go of him.”
I turn around at the sound of Meera’s voice and see her standing at the entrance. Her breath is uneven, her eyes wide, her gaze locked straight on my fist twisted in that bastard’s collar.
She rushes towards us, and I drop my grip instantly. But before I can get a single word out, she steps right between us and puts herself in front of him. She lifts her hand, her fingers trembling as they brush over the red mark on Samarth’s cheek.
The sight hits me like a punch, my vision darkening at the edges. She’s touching him… the man who just dared to threaten our marriage.
“Samarth, are you okay?” she asks, cupping his jaw.
Of course, the bastard revels in her concern for him.
“I am okay, Meera,” he replies.
“Thank God I got here in time, and nothing happened to you,” she breathes out. “Sonia told me how Dev’s men took you from your house while you were both there. She tracked your phone for me, and the moment I had your location, I came as fast as I could.”
My jaw flexes. I am two seconds away from making sure he doesn’t walk out of here alive.
Before I can pull her away from him, she spins towards me and pins me with those furious, beautiful eyes.
“How dare you lay a hand on my friend?” she demands.
“Your dear friend tried to lay his hands on my business,” I bite out.
“So someone touched your business, and that’s your excuse for beating him? Can’t you ever handle things like a normal person instead of acting like a devil?”
I inhale sharply. “I don’t do normal, something you should have gotten used to by now. Now answer me. What are you doing here?”
She lifts her chin. “I came to save my friend.”
“You shouldn’t have come here,” I snap.
“Someone had to stop you from losing control,” she fires back, then turns to him again. “Samarth, are you really okay? You should get checked. You’re hurt.”
My hand shoots out, and I grab her wrist firmly and possessively. Enough to make the pulse under her skin jump. I turn her towards me, my gaze locking with her stunned one.
“I am the one who’s hurt, Mrs. Rathore.” And that’s the fucking truth. It’s killing me inside… watching her care more about someone else than her own damn husband.
Her breath catches as I pull her closer, my face just inches from hers.
“I am so fucking deeply hurt.”
For one fleeting second, something flickers in her eyes. She looks as if she realises I am bleeding inside while she fusses over that bastard. But it only lasts a moment. The next second, she jerks her hand, trying to pull free, but I don’t let go. Instead, I tighten my hold on her.
“We’re going home,” I reply coldly.
“I am not leaving Samarth here,” she snaps back.
“My men will make sure yourdear friendreaches home safely. As long as you come with me.”
She shakes her head. “I said I am not going anywhere without him.”
“You don’t have to leave, Meera. I’ll drop you,” Samarth adds, like he fucking has any right to offer her anything.
