As soon as I go away from the dance floor, I sit at the bar on the table. I can't understand what just happened. I'm in shock. But how much worse it can get and Vihaan comes and sits beside me on the table beside me.
"So, how much money have you taken from my father? Has he paid you enough?" Vihaan asks me.
"Excuse me! What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Don't behave as if you don't know anything." He says, chuckling.
"Can you please come to the point." I frown at him.
"I am already. It's you who don't want to understand. But you're understanding it. I know it." He is confusing me.
"What do you know, huh?" I say.
"About the money that my father gave you." He says, ordering a drink.
"Your father hasn't given me any money." I say, retorting.
"Stop pretending!" He says, looking int
