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Drishti!

Oh, God! He had forgotten all about her.

The lights in the house are on. Is she hiding behind a window and looking out at them?

He can't put it past her. Eavesdropping happens to be her favourite hobby. And if she had witnessed this scene, she would have been so happy, thinking all her matchmaking skills had come to fruition.

He suddenly realised Divya had stopped crying.

Probably too drained to move. Or maybe it felt good for her to be held. By him. He hoped so.

The thought of kissing her crept into his mind. The temptation was strong.

‘You should ease her fears, Vihaan. Don't increase them.’

The last thing he wanted was to alarm her into being skittish with him again, shying away from any contact.

"Drishti," she jerked back from him and looked around.

"Don't worry. She must be asleep by now."

"Uh... I am sorry," she looked down in embarrassment.

"Don't be. I am sorry I had put you in such a turmoil. I had no idea you thought you were on a trial with us. That's not how it is