Mithran saw all the blood draining from Chaahat's face. She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"What happened to her?" he asked softly, placing his hand over hers.

Her hands were cold, and they were trembling.

Mithran wrapped his warm hands completely over hers, and she looked up at him.

Her eyes were blank.

"Chaahat?" he called out softly again.

"What happened?" Abhay asked, noticing the pale face of the new bride.

"Uh, nothing. I need to use the restroom. Excuse me," Chaahat said and hurried away from the table.

Chaahat splashed cold water again and again on her face.

Dhruv Khuranna!

That name! It had been years...