Rama fluttered her lashes in stupefaction and shock.
"Roshan?" Her hoarse voice broke down as she examined him with her eyes. It really was Roshan, his brown hair was tied in a ponytail, hazel eyes peering at hers with a worried look and hard masculine face sculpted with concern.
"I'm sorry. I should have come earlier." He said apologetically, his low baritone voice echoed in the cell.
Rama gradually stood on her feet, not tearing her gaze away from him afraid that he'd disappear from her sight if she did.
"You don't have to apologize." She said with a low voice as she gained her composure, although the shocked expression was still etched on her face.
"We don't have much time. We should leave now." Roshan stated firmly with a hardened expression on his face.
