Hearing Shaurya Singhania's deadly command, Tara Mishra's mind completely flared up. Her middle-class thinking always gets irritated hearing such things, and this fearsome mafia overlord was clearly forbidding her from traveling in that crowded train as if Tara was some royal princess. "Hmmm." Shaurya's voice was deep, full of authority as if no one else could even breathe in the air around him. He tightened his steel-like hand on Tara's waist as if he had decided that no danger could touch this girl now.

"Ah!" A very soft, suppressed sound escaped Tara's mouth when Shaurya pulled her toward him. Her eyes held anger, courage, and a completely different stubbornness. "Boss, this is a very expensive and unnecessary expense. Your car's mileage is terrible. Petrol prices are touching the sky. I'm completely safe in my train even the local goons of my neighborhood borrow money from me. Honestly, I don't need any security."