"Well, it's her husband standing beside her right now." A low snarl escaped my lips the moment I saw him standing next to my wife. The sight of him, too close to Diya, ignited a primal fury within me. I had never been one to tolerate any form of encroachment on what belonged to me, and Diya was no exception. The very notion of sharing her was utterly unacceptable. The thought of another man breathing the same air as her made my blood boil, a wave of distrust crashing through my mind, ready to obliterate everything in its path.