On the bed, as Aadhira lay quietly, the question about the Sinee festival nagged her. The fear of the king made her ask Arnav who had just retired for bed. She turned around to see if he was asleep and sighed when she saw he was indeed sleeping.

In his sleeping form, he looked too innocent which she knew he wasn't. Even when he behaved well these days and she appreciated his efforts, she couldn't bring herself to accept him...Even as a friend. Suddenly she felt suffocated lying beside him. The urge to get some fresh air made her stand and walk towards the balcony.

She opened the door slowly...