“It’s okay, darling. I am here," Mithran mumbled as he cradled a trembling Chaahat in his arms.

He was confused and worried at the sudden panic attack. What could have caused such an extreme reaction in the usually composed and emotionless woman?

“Let’s get you back to the apartment," he mumbled softly and carried her bridal style to the elevator, which took them to his apartment.

Chaahat’s fist convulsively clutched at his shirt, as though seeking some sort of security.

He gently placed her on the bed and was about to walk out to get some water for her. But she held on tightly to him, not letting him move....