Vatsal looks around, only to find Anushka looking at the flowers, her eyes shining as she looks at the roses– white roses. She has something more beautiful in her eyes, maybe love for flowers, she softly touches them, like her touch may harm the softness of those petals.

She gasps, as she feels the cold hands on her waist, even though she has her whole clothes on, but still the thin material of her kurti isn't able to stop the coldness from the hands. Someone’s face rests on the crook of her neck, even though she knows who is holding her like this, her six senses know Vatsal very well.