Love Together

Chapter 33

Author's POV

The sun's rays fell on Aayansh's face, waking him up. He turned to the other side to continue sleeping, but when he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Radhi sleeping next to him. A sweet, loving smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her. He thought to himself, "How long has it been since I've seen this sight?"

Aayansh reached out to touch her head gently, but Radhi woke up suddenly and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

Startled by her sudden awakening, Aayansh quickly sat up and said, "Nothing, I was just..."

Radhi, now sitting up in bed, asked, "Just what?"

Aayansh stammered, "I was just moving your hair away from your face."

Radhi replied, "You should have told me. Anyway..." She got out of bed and walked towards the balcony, pulling back the curtains to let the light flood the room. She turned back to see Aayansh still sitting on the bed, staring at her.

Radhi asked, "Are you free today?"

Aayansh, mesmerized by the sunlight making her face glow, didn't respond immediately. Radhi noticed and called out to him again, "Aayansh!"

He snapped out of his reverie and said, "Yes, yes, what is it?"

Radhi sighed and said, "Where do you go off to? Whenever I look at you, you're lost in some other world. I have to call your name multiple times to get your attention."

Aayansh, trying to cover up, said, "I was just admiring the view behind you."

Radhi sighed and said, "Alright, fine."

Radhi said, "Alright, your device is fine now, so I'll get going," and with that, she took her clothes and headed to the washroom.

Meanwhile, in Visha's room...

Visha was sitting in front of the mirror, her wet hair still dripping. She seemed lost in her own world, deeply engrossed in some troubling thoughts.

Yash, who had just come out of the washroom after taking a shower, noticed Visha combing her wet hair, lost in thought.

Initially, he decided not to say anything and sat on the bed with his laptop to start his work. But when he saw that Visha was still struggling with her wet hair, he closed his laptop, walked up behind her, and said, "You shouldn't comb your hair when it's wet. You should dry it first."

Startled by Yash's sudden voice, Visha dropped the comb from her hand. Yash picked it up and placed it on the table. He then went to the closet, took out a hairdryer, and handed it to Visha. "Use this to dry your hair first," he said.

Noticing Yash's every move, Visha took the hairdryer from him. She plugged it in and switched it on. As she began to dry her hair, a sigh escaped her lips.

Yash, who was about to leave, heard the sigh and turned around. He noticed that Visha's hand was injured.

Concerned, he immediately went back to her, switched off the hairdryer, and gently took it from her hand. He placed it on the table and held her hand, asking, "What happened to your hand? How did you get hurt?"

Visha couldn't tell Yash that she had hurt herself intentionally. Avoiding his gaze, she mumbled, "It's nothing, just a mistake," but she couldn't bring herself to explain further.

Understanding her reluctance, Yash didn't press her for an explanation. He knew that if she wasn't ready to talk about it, forcing her wouldn't help. So, he let it go, respecting her silence.

Although Yash didn't ask her anything further, he took the hairdryer himself, plugged it in, and started drying Visha's hair.

Noticing that Visha was still silent and seemed troubled, Yash asked her, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"