Silvia not only dared to touch Samrat, but called her Sammy. How could Simmi let it slide?

“What’s going on?” Simmi yelled from behind, but used Hindi language, so that Silvia will not get the hint of their conversation.

Samrat turned around being startled and turned pale, seeing Simmi’s fire spitting eyes. He knows she is possessive of him.

“Hey princess, looking beautiful......” Samrat’s weak attempted to change the subject only ignite Simmi’s anger.

“You don’t want to answer me, is there anything you are trying to hide?” Simmi again said in Hindi, crossed her arms, looking sharply at Samrat and Silvia alternately.

“No princess, Silvia came to call us...