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“Even if I… don’t sleep.”
It was more of an order than a plea.
“Cannot guarantee that, hubby. It’s been a week, and I am hardly sleeping for 5 hours, no more.”
“Are you?” he mocked. “Why is that?”
Her lower lip stuck out in a pout. Did he really want her to explain why when he himself was responsible for it?
“Time to do some work. Don’t miss me so much,” she stated.
“And you don’t sleep before I come home late tonight.”
She giggled at his reminder.
“I will try,” she let out another giggle and disconnected the call. It brought back Ranveer’s lost mood. Earlier, when he was in his worst temper, he had nothing to cool him down. He would drink or even break things to regain control. Now it was easy. Just speaking to his wife, he felt better and energized. It was time to focus on the evening's agenda now.
Malik Office
“You cannot just barge in here. I can call security,” Kunal shouted at Ranveer Malhotra, who had taken charge of Malik Office despite not being invited.
“Shut up and sit down,” Ranveer snapped. Aman Mathur stood beside his boss, enjoying Kunal’s discomfort. Poor lad, he had no idea what was about to happen.
Kunal felt frustrated seeing Ranveer leisurely relaxing on the chair.
“You’ve lost all your manners, I see ever since you got married,” he muttered.
Ranveer shot him a not-so-cool look.
“One more time you bring my wife into our conversations, and I’ll break that ugly jaw of yours.”
Kunal touched his jaw, feeling threatened.
“Now sit, unless you want your feet to ache, because I’m going nowhere until you agree to my terms.”
“Terms?” Kunal shouted. “What terms? And why should I even listen to you?”
Ranveer banged the desk between them, leaning forward.
“Because they are my terms, Ranveer Malhotra’s terms.”
Kunal had no clue what brought Ranveer here, but since he had no choice but to listen, he took his chair.
“Good,” Ranveer smirked, seeing Kunal comply.
Ranveer passed the file to Kunal.
“Thanks, Aman. You may wait outside.”
Aman slipped out. Kunal was suspicious but waited for Ranveer to speak.
“Have a look,” Ranveer said, forwarding the file to Kunal, who unwillingly opened it.
He was horrified.
“What the hell is all this?”
“Proofs,” Ranveer replied. “They are proofs of your sins, Kunal Malik. Your father got his share of punishment, but you are yet to face the consequences.”
