Ardhansh's POV

"Get down," I ordered. She flinched, still crying, and I sighed as I got out of the car.

I walked over to her side, pulled her out of the car, and led her to the cliff overlooking the whole city, illuminated like a newlywed bride.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, caressing her soft belly. She didn’t answer, causing a smile to appear on my lips.

"How much, Yana?" I asked again. She struggled to get out of my hold, trying to push me away, which only made me tighten my grip.

"I don't hate you, Ardhansh, nor do I want to love you," I heard her defeated voice and snuggled my nose in the crook of her neck, sliding her curly hair aside.