' Let go of me, Ansh' Riya said struggling to free her hand from his grip. 'You are mine... Fix this thing in your mind.' he yelled. Riya slapped him unable to control her anger. But it seems to anger him more, he held her shoulders tight and pinned her to wall. ' Slap me as you want. But remember we are getting married in 7 days. ' he mocked her.