Page 70 of Married in Vengeance

She looked towards the door in the distance, expecting her heart to manifest its deepest desire. But still…

Nothing. He hadn’t come.

“I want a divorce,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else but her brother stiffened beside her.

Aarush slipped his sunglasses off and looked at her silently, waiting for her to say more. Beside him, Priyanka leaned forward.

“I want a divorce,” she said again, louder this time.

Aarush nodded. “Okay.”

He caught her hand between both of his, squeezing gently. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“We should probably wait until the mess of this case is behind us,” Priyanka murmured.

“No,” Aarush shook his head. “If Aadhya wants out, then she wants out. She doesn’t need to wait for anything.”

“Aarush, the media glare on the case-“

“Fuck the media.”

“Yeah,” Aadhya nodded. “Fuck the media.”

And fuck one fucking media heir in particular. Not that he cared about inheriting the flourishing media house his family owned.

“Fuck them all,” she added with relish.

A man sitting one row ahead of her turned around, startled by her vehemence.

“Fuck you too,” she told him.

“Alright.” Aarush slapped a palm over her mouth silencing her. “Let’s not get carried away. I don’t want to get into a fist fight because of you. This suit is too nice to ruin.”

Virat walked over with a file of papers under his arm, Karthik with him. She looked beyond them but nope, still nothing. He still hadn’t come.

“Hey Aadhya,” Karthik smiled. “How’s it going?”

“Like shit,” she replied succinctly. “That’s how it’s going.”

Karthik’s smile wavered a little before he consciously pasted it on. “It’s going to get better.”

Aadhya shook her head at him, turning away and staring at the little man who sat by the door to the inner court. He kept shouting out incomprehensible gibberish but the lawyers and other court employees seemed to have no trouble deciphering it.

“Hi.” Virat slipped into the seat beside her.

“Hi.” Aadhya glared at his stupid face. Which God had made this man? It was ridiculous to see how good looking he was. “Are you going to ask me how it’s going too?”

“No.” Virat smiled. “I’m smart.”

Aadhya huffed out a laugh as Karthik glared at them. Virat covered her nervously tapping hand with one of his, stopping the rapid, staccato motion.

“It’s going to be okay,” he told her.

They should bottle this man’s charisma she thought as she stared at him. It was just stupid inducing.

“So along with the god like good looks, did you also get the gift of seeing into the future?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Aadhya,” Aarush murmured in reproof.

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