"Mr. Abhimaan Raichand." He turned, hearing the voice, to find a boy in his early twenties standing in front of him.

"Why were you so desperate to meet me?" Abhimaan asked, glancing at his wristwatch, then at him.

"Well, I am Dev Kapoor, Pratik Kapoor's son." Pratik was one of his partners for the last year.

He even extended his hand for a handshake, which Abhimaan ignored, and took a seat, crossing his legs. "You have 5 mins."

Taking a seat, Dev started "Sayantika." Abhimaan's eyes shot up at once, hearing his wife's name from other men's mouths.

"I know you are married to Sayantika." Abhimaan didn't react; he just...