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‘If you’re doing me the kindness of marrying me, have the decency to at least give me time,’ Pari tried negotiating shakily.

‘Time? For what?’

‘To despise you a little less.’ There, she’d said it.

‘I’m giving your brother seven crore rupees.’ Vivan’s voice had a dangerous edge to it. ‘Uske ellava I don’t need to give you anything else. Not time. Not anything.’ Vivan turned away from her. ‘And as far as despising goes, Pari, you have no idea what the word even means. But have no worry. I’ve never had to force myself on a woman yet and it’s not going to happen now either. You’ll be the one begging me to take you.’

‘Kabhi nahin! There’s no chance in hell that’ll happen!’ Pari shot back.

He took a few long strides towards the door and then turned to extract a platinum card from his wallet. ‘Here. This is what I actually came to give you.’

Pari stood in a daze as Vivan curtly handed her the credit card and said in a mocking voice, ‘Use it to buy whatever you need for the wedding. It has no limit. So no matter how much you loathe me, it won’t make a dent.’

‘What makes you think I would even use it?’ Pari had never been so humiliated.

‘Get used to it.’ Vivan smiled sardonically. ‘One of the perks of being Mrs Parasher.’