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The ride back home was suffocating.
Vanya sat in the car, staring out of the window, her knuckles white as she clenched her hands. Rivaan sat beside her, relaxed, scrolling through his phone as if nothing had happened.
She wanted to scream, to throw something at him, to demand why he was treating her like this. But she knew it was useless. Rivaan Kapoor wasn’t a man who answered to anyone.
The car pulled up at the Kapoor mansion. The driver opened the door, but Vanya didn’t move.
Rivaan sighed dramatically. “Thinking about running away, biwi?”
She turned to him, eyes blazing. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
His smirk deepened. “Immensely.”
Her nails dug into her palm. “What kind of man humiliates his own wife like that?”
He leaned in, voice dangerously soft. “The kind o
