Jhankar’s entire body ached. She clearly remembered the last thing she saw before closing her eyes—it was Vikrant. To her, it felt like it had only been two minutes since she was on her way to Vikrant’s office, and all of a sudden, the bodyguards sitting around her had been brutally attacked and killed. They kidnapped her and dragged her away against her will. She recalled how desperately she had tried to run and escape him and how he had beaten her mercilessly when she resisted. Despite the throbbing pain in her body, despite the fear, the one person she wished to see as soon as she opened her eyes was Vikrant. His bloodshot, rage-filled eyes were still vivid in her memory. Because she knew, she knew with unwavering certainty that Vikrant would not spare anyone who had dared lay a hand on her. As soon as Jhankar's gaze shifts toward Vikrant, a faint smile curves on her lips. In a voice trembling from exhaustion and emotion, she softly whispers his name.

“Vikrant…”