Having a bottle of champagne in his hands, he looked straight into her eyes but did not answer her back.
Closing the door, he locked it and walked toward the refrigerator.
It was Shana's turn to be enraged.
Was he hurting her on purpose?
He was well aware of her hate toward it and yet he had the audacity to bring the bottle.
It was like having a taste of its own medicine.
Vihaan was well aware of what he was doing, knew very well it was hurting Shana like hell and yet he was doing it.
He was so lost in his pain and betrayal, he was no longer the gentleman.
Closing the refrigerator door, he looked at Shana from the mirror and found her standing with closed eyes and hands in a fist.
He closed it with a loud thud on purpose and effectively saw her looking in his direction.
"What is it?" she demanded.
"What do you think it is" not answering her straight, he stood while supporting his elbow at the top of the fridge.
It was Shana who closed the distance.
