Jaiveer Singh Rathore's POV.

I could feel something in me just squeeze when Shravani fainted in my arms, and I am trying to remove it, to remove that fucking feeling, but the heavy, unsettled weight on my chest is unwelcoming.

I don't want this.

I should stay tagged as an unfeeling monster, the words she used on me every time.

I picked her up in my arms, taking her to the room as I laid her down and checked her pulse, which was normal.

I've known about Shravani's whereabouts, her therapist visits, and everything; it's just that I have never initiated that topic.

I can't panic.

I CAN'T PANIC.

Grabbing...