When Dhruv entered the suite, Riya was fast asleep. She was curled up in a ball on her side to the left, taking only the tiniest space possible. He slowly walked around the bed and bent near the head, admiring the sleeping beauty, his Riya. Well, he would not be able to call her his now, but his mind seemed to not take it. She looked so peaceful and calm in her sleep that he wondered if she was like that all the time, because the last time he was watching her sleep was when she was fired. She was so stressed that her eyebrows were furrowed even while sleeping. He would be the happiest person on planet Earth, if she was actually peaceful. Since she had already slept off, he would not be able to ask or discuss anything with her. Which was okay, because looking at Riya was sufficient for him more than anything.