Dhruv heard everything Riya spoke over the call. He casually followed her around to tease and make her crappy mood better. Because even though they were divorced, Dhruv was her first good friend in a while. So, he assumed that what she needed now more than anything else, was a friend, and not anyone.
Since she arrived at the wedding, Dhruv had been having this one question running in his mind. What was the reason she made it, in spite of her condition? What was the reason she was okay with being around so many people whom she did not like? Dhruv was never able to read Riya as good as he could do anyone else. She was always a mystery as she held this big wall around herself. But he was still learning.
