A U T H O R

After making sure Isha was fast asleep, Ranvijay gently tucked the blanket around her. He stood there for a moment, watching her peaceful face before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. Taking out his phone, he made a quick call, ordering something from one of his men. His eyes lingered on her for a while, a faint smile touching his lips, before he finally turned and walked out of the room.

The moment he stepped outside, he saw Drishti approaching with a househelp carrying a tray. A glass of warm turmeric milk and some painkillers rested on it.

"I brought this for her," Drishti said softly.

"She's asleep now," Ranvijay replied, his voice low.

Drishti gave a small nod. "Alright. You should freshen up and come downstairs—everyone’s waiting for you. I’ll bring these again when she wakes up."