| To the ones who think he would go for beauty , He won't! | ༻❁༺ "What's wrong Roop?" He asked, his voice laced with exhaustion as he stood infront of her, pulling her closer. Her weary eyes met his. "I don't deserve this , Agastya. It hurts." She whispered before she let her guard down, breaking down in front of the very man whom she told that no body matters to her, nothing hurts her. She was made for love - a delicate thing pretending to be untouched by the world, especially in front of the one man who understood her better than she understood herself.