On the front porch of the villa.

“I didn’t love you, you fool. I only wanted sex,” as the sun was rising, Veronica was yelling at Akash, not at all caring that many workers were overhearing their conversation.

“I don’t buy it,” Akash harrumphed. “If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t send your brother to beat me up. You did that because you got hurt, and you got hurt because you loved me. Just accept it.”

“Hmph, you’re overestimating yourself.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m—” before Aka