Page 66 of Claimed By the Maharaja
His attention returned to his meal. “It’s what has been discussed in our contract.”
Her face flamed again.
She hadn’t thought the contract was real when she sat through the meeting. She hadn’t even read the whole damn thing.
Taking a deep breath, she glared at him. “And what happens if I spend it all within a day?”
He paused and then lifted his head.
For the first time that morning, his eyes met hers.
His golden-brown eyes were steady and unreadable.
“More will be added,” he said.
She had expected a warning or anger on his handsome face at her deliberate challenge. But the cold bastard sounded bored.
She hated him for that.
Before she could say something, he rose smoothly from his chair. He stood tall, nearly blocking out the sunlight, and casting her in his shadow. His gold cufflinks shone, catching the light as he adjusted them.
Her eyes fell on his hands and noticed scratch marks on his wrists and the back of his palms. Her face burned as she realized she must have scratched him at night when he made her scream thrice.
Oh God.
He didn’t notice or seem to care that the scratches were visible.
“I have meetings until midnight,” he announced, putting on a black cashmere coat that made him appear even taller and broader.
Giving her a brief, curt nod, he walked away. He strode toward the double doors, his security team materializing immediately. They fell into step behind him without a word.
Yamini watched him leave. Perfectly dressed, perfectly composed, not a single thing out of place. As though last night had happened to someone else entirely, and he had simply moved on to the next item on his schedule.
She, meanwhile, was sitting here unable to look at his damn hands.
Barely a few moments later, the distant thrum of helicopter blades filled the air outside the palace. The sound grew louder, then faded into the mountains.
Yamini remained seated.
Her gaze drifted to the black card beside her plate.
Shock, embarrassment, anger, and confusion tangled together.
Bharat Jogra had come to her room, made her scream, and left without kissing her or offering a single explanation. Now he had handed her a black card, told her to overspend, and flown away in a helicopter.
She had no idea what he wanted from the marriage. But she was determined to find out soon.
???
The café was slightly noisy as usual.
Yamini had texted Pooja to meet at their usual place. After breakfast, she had taken the helicopter to the city and was then transferred to a waiting car, which took her to her apartment, where her belongings were neatly packed into suitcases to take back to the Jogra palace. It had barely taken thirty minutes to pack her meager things.
Two suitcases and a camera bag were all that remained of five years of her life in another country, one failed marriage, and a fresh start.
And now someone had packed it all into a car heading to a royal palace in the mountains.
Yamini had asked the royal security to remain near her apartment so she could meet her friend for lunch.
