After dealing with the mess and leaving Zaviyaar with a final warning, Nathaniel decided to stay in Mumbai for the time being.

They were in an apartment, Zariah was deep in slumber and sitting beside her, his one hand was in hers and from the other, he was stroking her hair.

A smile gradually adorned his lips, the adoration flashing in his eyes as he kissed her knuckles was explicit.

De Villiers noticed how cherishing-ly his fingers moved across her delicate skin.

“When you love her this much then why involve her in your hatred and mess, Boss?” De Villiers whispered.

Nathaniel’s lack of sharing intentions was unfavorable. He hated...