And...
He laughed near her lips increasing her fear a level more. A real devil would look nothing in front of him, he seemed that much horrifying. Every cell of her skin burned under his gaze. Inaya wanted to slap him, scream on his face, cry out loud, chop him into pieces however her hands failed. She could not gather the courage to do so, even her thoughts senses a restriction when he glared her hard midst his smirk.
He's a psycho... And Inaya did not want to rise the bad out of him. "Why are you so scared of me, Mrs. Diwan? And whatever I have done today is for our own good. And to be really honest, I don't want that cruel aunt of yours to bother you any more. I want to give you a happy life "..... He spoke truly, the way he addressed her as his Mrs. Diwan she clenched her teeth.
