Cheating?

Shana was nervous.

Vihaan was mad. He was fuming with anger and betrayal and hurt.

His red eyes were ready to kill anyone who could cross paths with him at the moment.

"Vihaan...listen to me once" not daring to remove her hands from his, Shana tried to explain, while walking behind him at his pace.

But Vihaan did not even hear.

He was in no state to hear anything at all.

Dragging Shana along, and exiting the bar, he could not care anymore about the weird glances they were receiving from the others.

All he wanted was some privacy.

He did not walk toward his car, but rather to the entrance of a nearby five-star hotel.

"Why he is going here?" thinking to herself, Shana did not speak.

She needed to explain him correctly, even though she was aware he was not going to even listen.

Reaching the reception, Vihaan pulls his wallet from his pocket with his empty hands, his other hand clutching Shana's hand so carefully as if she will run away.