Clara dismissed him and snorted at his intense hostile response. But she stepped back not daring to provoke him in such a state.
Ashay never dare to treat her in such a way. She was like a queen before him, while he like a fool would comply with her demands. She clenched her fist, her nails broke into her palms.
The dimly lit bedroom instantly became bright when he switched on the lights. Clara closed her eyes subconsciously and raised her hand to cover them. When her eye adjusted to the light, she saw A. K. rummaging through the entire room.
A.K. had turned the place upside down while she stood in a corner, naked. At this moment, she couldn't stir the man who already looked consumed in anger.
He sighed when he got hold of the remote control of television under the bed. He sat and turned on the T.V.
The T.V. screen lit:
