Keshav settled into a chair, his expression a mix of irritation and exhaustion. "Alright, speak. Whatever it is, make it quick."
Sarvagya, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He leaned against the desk, taking his time. "Haste is the devil's work, Mr. Agnihotri, and I don't like rushing things. Let me explain everything properly."
Keshav exhaled sharply. "Fine. Go ahead."
Sarvagya tilted his head. "Do you remember the conditions I set before marrying Tripti? The ones you agreed to fulfill?"
Keshav frowned. "You dragged me here in the middle of the night just for that?"
"Yes, I did," Sarvagya said smoothly. "Because this isn't some trivial matter. It's important. Why are you in such a hurry? Did I interrupt something? Maybe a little... romance?"
Keshav's jaw clenched. "Sarvagya!"