Rivaan turned to Kohina, his expression razor-sharp. “You’re right. Vanya shouldn’t be near you. Because when someone steps on filth, it soils their feet.”
Kohina’s lips curled. “Of course you'd say that. She comes from filth. After all, her father Samar is a killer, isn’t he?”
Rivaan’s voice dropped with finality. “Get. Out.”
Kohina knew that tone. She left, fuming but defeated.
Vanya stood silently, then spoke, her voice low but firm. “Why, Rivaan? Why are you letting me stay here? You know all this happened because of my father. So why did you take back the case? Why are you still ?” Her hands trembled as she grabbed his arm. “Why won’t you answer me?!”
Rivaan gently freed himself from her grip. Then suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and started walking fast, silent, intense.
He di
