Shanaya wanted to erase the last hour of her life desperately.
Sitting in her room, she was mentally still in the Vihaan's office, in his arms and feeling the warmth of them. It had looked so perfect to be there, finding comfort in them and Vihaan's words.
She had been shocked at
first when she had found herself against his body and had shared the heat.
But, then she had relaxed and, against her will, she had liked a lot being there. The desire to be locked in his arms, to share his heat body, to have those comforting words spoken in her ear was so overwhelming she was ready to forget for a second she was supposed to suppress her feelings for him.
A floor above, Vihaan was lying on his back on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, hands under his head and, legs crossed. He was the perfect example of 'physically present mentally absent', his mind left behind in his office.
