Vishal stared at the blazing green eyes glaring at him like a laser that wanted to evaporate him before looking down.
It wasn't that he was afraid; it was just that Ari looked quite intimidating right now.
These weren't the eyes of a fellow contestant who gave people judgmental looks; these were the eyes of Captain Crashout in full force.
He had seen a bit of it whenever Ari spoke to William or the PD, but right now, Ari genuinely looked crazy.
His green eyes were narrowed into slits, his nostrils flared with each breath, a cold smile was on his lips, and his fingers tapped his crossed arms impatiently.
"Well. What's the issue? Spit it out, or does a cat have your tongue?" Ari asked again.
What was the issue?
It was something Vishal had been struggling with.
Why was he so angry and frustrated when dealing with Ari?
When did this all begin?
Was it from the beginning?
No, it couldn't be.
Honestly, Vishal liked Ari.
