Jaiveer's POV.

Devik Singh Rathore

My so-called father.

What is he doing here?

And why does he want to meet me now?

I can just lock the elevator and make him suffocate until he passes out.

Stop, Jaiveer; don't let your intrusive thoughts win here.

Sighing out, I punched the code, letting him get access to the penthouse.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, staring at him sharply as he took a few deep breaths. His pathetic self is claustrophobic, and I let him stay in the elevator for a few minutes, which made him breathless.

Good for him; he will think twice before coming here next time.

"Water,"...