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"How did you even touch my phone?"

"Tell me where you are; I will come there and tell you how I touched the phone."

Jhankar gets furious after hearing him and is about to hang up when Vikrant immediately tells her.

"Your father is unwell, and it will be better if, instead of fighting with me, you tell me where you are right now so that I can come to pick you up so that we can go to him together."

"You don’t need to come with me. I’ll go myself. I’ll be late. I am informing you because I know you will quickly order me not to stay there, and I don’t want you to go there right now."

“I am already going to your house, so you can come with me.”

Jhankar takes a deep breath, immediately provides him with the address where she is currently, and then waits for him to arrive. In a few minutes, Vikrant was around her because his men had already told him where Jhankar was, but he wouldrather not make a big deal out of it, so he called and created a situation. As Vikrant pulls up, Jhankar watches him. He walks to the passenger side and opens the door. Silently, she goes and sits inside. Vikrant gets in the driver's seat and starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Without looking at her, he says,

“Seatbelt…”

Jhankar begins to scrutinize him more intently, aware that it's mandatory to wear a seatbelt after sitting in the car. However, she believes that if he had driven the car, she would have worn the seatbelt more comfortably. She gets frustrated and starts wearing the seatbelt while staring at him. Vikrant can feel her sharp gaze on him quite well, but he is looking ahead, still tapping on the steering wheel, and patiently waiting for her to put on her seatbelt first. As soon as the sound of the seatbelt click reaches his ears, he immediately starts driving the car. Jhankar is looking outside when Vikrant informs her of the situation.

“Uncle has gone to the office despite being unwell. He is not listening to anyone.”

Jhankar turns to see him with a sudden turn, and he is driving his car comfortably, but Jhankar gets frustrated with Raghunath's situation, due to which she starts saying in anger.

“He never listens to anyone, no matter how high the fever he has or if there is some other problem, but if he has to go to the office, then he has to go. As if it is not obvious, he has a second wife, without whom he cannot live.”

Vikrant suddenly looks at her, but Jhankar is so angry that she doesn't keep quiet at all and starts speaking continuously in a frustrated tone.

“I have always had the habit of doing what I want, and I have been doing the same (to mimic her father). He has never listened to anyone. If you love your work so much, then why do you marry, have children, and start a family? Marry your work, marry your office, live with it, and spend your life happily; neither bother yourself nor bother anyone else.”

Vikrant understands her frustration very well; this is the anger of many days, and along with that, the care she feels for her parents, right now not being able to show them. After hearing about her father's health, she has already been very upset since last night; she did not sleep properly the whole night, and he guesses that she must not have gotten a proper response from any company, which is quite surprising for him too. He casts a fleeting glance at Jhankar. She is still talking in a low voice, and her breathing is also getting faster and faster due to anger, which is why she is muttering in anger. He pulls out a water bottle and hands it to her. She snatches it from his hands and attempts to calm herself by drinking water. However, after taking two or three sips, she turns back to him and begins to speak.

"You knew my father was sick. Your surveillance of my house is so thorough that you could have just sent someone inside and tied him to the bed. That would’ve solved everything. He could have rested and stayed home. But no—men like you are in love with their offices, as if they’ll die without going!"

Vikrant nods silently.

"Sir, why are you nodding?" She snaps.

"Next time, if your father tries to leave the house, we’ll have to tie him to the bed."

"What’s the use now? He already went and worked the whole day. If he missed his medicine, his condition could’ve worsened! He’ll come home coughing and miserable."

"I think we should call the doctor now—he’ll be home soon."

"You really have no brains. That should’ve already been done!"

Vikrant rolls his eyes and checks his watch. He presses the accelerator slightly, eager to get her home faster. Soon, they arrive.

Jhankar doesn’t wait—she rushes inside. Vikrant watches her disappear before turning to his men.

"Yes, sir..."

"Where is Mr. Dixit?"

"Sir, I think he will be arriving in a few minutes. We have sent a man to follow him so that he doesn't face any kind of problem, and we are getting constant updates from our men that he is about to come."

Vikrant nods his head, and a car stops there. From which many doctors come out who are checking Raghunath regularly. Raghunath starts talking to the doctors. Meanwhile, Raghunath's scooter turns into the street. Vikrant observes him intently; he looks so pale and worn out. Observing Vikrant standing in front of his house, Raghunath speaks to him as he gets off the scooter.

“There was no need for you to come here and do all this. I am okay now.”

“Jhankar is waiting for you inside.”