She is mine.

"Rachit's point of view,"

I was so pleased to have breakfast with Riya that I quickly refreshed and prepared to accompany her to the café.

She hasn't responded to my question yet, so perhaps she isn't taking my statements seriously. She must wonder how I could make such a major decision in such a short time. To be honest, I'm not sure how I decided to be marry to her so quickly.

I'm not sure why I'm so enraged since seeing her dancing with Ankur. It compelled me to go over and punch him when I noticed him putting his hand on Riya's waist. But, because I didn't want to make a scene, I used wine to calm myself down. Riya is mine, and she should've danced with me, but she got too close to that doctor to make me envious.

Riya and that doctor aren't the best couples; it's me and Riya. She didn't even look at me once during the entire party, which I didn't appreciate.

I drew my attention to the bandage on my hand. Riya had asked me about my hand injury seve