Page 52 of Married in Vengeance

Virat laughed, white teeth flashing in that swarthy face. A shark, that’s what he was, she thought dimly.

“Repeat after me,” he told her, gripping her hands hard. “We’re going to bury the bastard who did this.”

Aadhya nodded, her fingers stilling in his grip. “We’re going to bury the bastard who did this.” She paused before adding, “Bastard or bitch.”

Aarush laughed and she looked over at him. “Thank you,” she said simply.

“For what Chinna?”

“For believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

“You’re a lot of things, sister dearest. But stupid and incompetent were never part of it.”

“Oh?” Aadhya arched her brow. “And what was?”

“I’ll email you a list,” he told her, laughing. “It’s a long one.”

Virat rose to his feet, his smile disappearing like it had never existed. “Before I get started Aarush, I’d like a word with you in private.”

Wait, what? Aadhya glanced from Virat’s impassive face to Aarush’s surprised one.

“Sure,” Aarush said, glancing at her and shrugging.

What was that about, Aadhya wondered, as the men left her room to walk over to Aarush’s office. A second later, one of her architects knocked on her door with a question and Aadhya shoved the niggling mystery aside and focused on him. She had a reputation to salvage and she wasn’t going to be able to do it without focusing on work and nothing else.

Nothing and no one was going to distract her.

Not an enigmatic fixer or a secretive brother. And most certainly, not an obtuse, overbearing, arrogant, ass of a husband. One who’d spent the last two days holding her hair back while she puked, sponging her forehead, threatening doctors and forcing food and medicines down her throat.

Nope. She wasn’t going to be distracted by any of it. She wasn’t!

Twenty-Nine

RAM

The doorto his office slammed open making Karthik jump in his seat. His partner looked up, wide-eyed, as Aarush stormed into the cabin, his furious gaze pinned on Ram.

Bracing himself for the punch he knew was headed his way, Ram stood to face his brother-in-law.

“You fucking bastard.” Aarush grabbed the front of Ram’s shirt and hauled him forward.

Ram said nothing. He couldn’t blame Aarush for his rage. If Ram had been in his position, he wouldn’t have wasted a second before pummeling him into the ground.

“Easy,” Virat’s calm voice came from behind Aarush, his hand wrapping around Aarush’s clenched one and forcing him to let go of Ram’s shirt.

“Easy my ass.” Aarush dropped his hand, but his eyes still shot flames. “How dare you fuck around with my sister’s life like that?”

Ram opened his mouth to defend himself, but nothing came out.

“What the hell is going on?” Karthik asked from where he’d backed up against the wall.

“Ask your friend,” Aarush snarled, spinning away from Ram and running his hands through his hair struggling for control.

“Ram?” Karthik was looking at all of them like they were the opening act in a three-ring circus. Ram honestly couldn’t blame him.

“I thought it was the right thing to do.”

Aarush dropped his chin to his chest, shaking his head and scoffing. “The right thing to do? You are unbelievable.”

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