Aarvik Singh Rathore. Standing too close and fresh blood... stained his shirt. Her hand flew to her mouth. "W-What happened ... whose blood?" "The boy your father chose," he said stepping closer eyes locked on hers. "The one you agreed to marry." Her stomach plummeted. "No... no one knew... how could-" "I always know," he said with low voice. "You think you can hide from me?" "How could you? Stay away from me!! You have no right-" "Right?" He tilted his head. "I don't need right. One word from you, and he's dead before the lights even flicker." Her pulse thundered tears welled in her eyes, heart racing, fear froze her, even as fury clawed at her chest. "He thought he had a future with you." "Now he's paying for every second he believed that lie."