8. Agastya's Care

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As Pallavi and Swati exited the airport in India, Pallavi decided to call a cab. Before she could, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of them, the tinted window rolling down smoothly. Pallavi's eyes widened in shock, while Swati remained calm, though a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes.


"Agastya Vasani?"


Pallavi gasped.


Agastya, sitting in the back seat, looked at Swati with a cold, unreadable expression.


"Come on, get in. Both of you."


Swati nodded and Agastya opened the door for her. She stepped in and settled into the luxurious leather seat. Pallavi hurried to the front passenger seat and got in quickly, still trying to process the sudden appearance of Agastya. As the car started moving, Agastya noticed the stain of tea on Swati's pants and the discomfort on her face from the burn.


"Kya hua?"


he asked, his deep voice filled with concern and authority.


Pallavi glanced back at Swati, who was looking at her lap, trying to avoid Agastya's gaze. Swati and Pallavi spoke simultaneously.


"Kuch nahi, ba—"


"Are us chudel Keey—"


Both stopped speaking, glancing at Agastya. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a proper explanation. Swati, not wanting to reveal the whole truth, stayed silent. Agastya turned to Pallavi.

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