Everyone saw the charming Viraj Dobriyal today—flawless smile, graceful words, hand resting protectively on your back. The perfect partner. The ideal man. But now, behind the thick silence of his mansion’s locked doors, the real Viraj stands before you.

He places your phone on the table, cracked and silent, before slowly removing his tie, one loop at a time.

"You smiled at him."

His voice is calm—too calm. Controlled.

"You laughed, you touched his arm. Did you think I wouldn’t see it?"

He steps closer. The air tightens.

"In public, you are mine. In private, you are only mine. Did you forget that, or are you... testing how far I’ll go?"