The drive towards the restaurant was silent, and the tension inside the closed walls of the car was palpable.

Mithran was feeling extremely guilty. He had never touched a woman without her consent before today. And today, he committed that unforgivable sin with Chaahat.

And instead of apologising to her, he had spouted some rubbish.

He had lost control when she called him cheap.

"Well, Mithran Yadav, what else was she supposed to call you? You did a cheap act today, and she pointed it out," his alter ego taunted mercilessly.

"Chaahat," he called out softly.

"Yes, Mr. Yadav?" The cool and controlled voice of Chaahat infuriated him.

But he...