When Sanchit stormed out of the library, he saw Myra sitting by herself on the floor of the corridors. He was aghast. "You… heard everything?" he asked in an unsteady voice. She tilted her head but did not say a word. Her eyes spoke for her. They told him that she was fuzzy and exhausted. He noticed that she was trembling and he gasped out of fear for her. "Come with me…" – he whispered into her ears. Then picking her in his arms, he carried her out of the house.
"Get me a glass of water and some juice." – he shouted at the butler. The servants had never seen him so worked up before, it terrorized them.
Sanchit brought her deep into the garden and stood her on the grass. The sunrays warmed her and she came to her senses. He dragged the bench to the corner of the fountain, away from the prying eyes. Then making her sit on the bench, he sat on the stone stump in front of her such that no one could see her.
