Jwalin gracefully strode to the sofa and lit his cigarette while his other hand settled on the armrest, with his legs crossed, his gaze mixed with beastly rage and terrifying coldness that would freeze and burn at the same time.
The intensity of darkness that danced around him was immense. His face was emotionless while tinges of ruthlessness lurked in the shadows. The gleam in his eyes was pitch black, as if he was enjoying the torment he was going to give Pranavi.
Maybe this was the Jwalin Oberoi that everybody feared?
Seeing the pathetically curled up Pranavi on the floor while crying, he narrowed his eyes, his sharp jawline turned even sharper, as if that itself would cut her like a knife.
"Get up." His tone held a strict command in it and Pranavi turned to him, her gaze so dazed,
