She closed her eyes. Instead of cold marble... Strong arms caught her. Firm. Protective. Safe. She slowly looked up. "You should be careful," the stranger said quietly. His voice was calm. Deep. “Only mine,” he screamed, his voice breaking into madness. “She is mine to touch, to break, to destroy, to claim. Not yours, Devraj Pratap Sisodia. NOT YOURS!” “I will take her,” he whispered, then screamed, “I WILL TAKE HER BACK FROM THE WORLD!” His bloody fist struck the table, splinters flying, blood dripping down to the floor in crimson pools. “And you, Devraj Pratap Sisodia.....” he spat the name like poison, “......you dared to touch her. To claim her. To put sindoor in her maang, mangalsutra around her throat? You dared to call her yours? HA!” He threw his head back, laughing like a mad Man.