Jiya was standing near the window of the room on the first floor, her beautiful face becomes tense, her eyebrows pulled down together,? black deep eyes open widely as overflowing with frenzy and revulsion, her plump pink lips pressed tightly together as she wants to control the cursing,? her fists clenched tightly when she looks at the garden side where Virat standing alone at some extent distance in front of her, staring her intensively as passionate visible in his iris which held a promise he made to her two days before, “Very soon I will be claiming you as mine…Jiya…this time I will accomplish my desire…….Be ready to come in my arms… my beloved…”, Virat’s these words were circulating in Jiya’s mind burn her inside with fury, she glowers at Virat with hate while Virat glance calmly at
