The tension settled between them like an unspoken promise neither of them was ready to voice. Myra, still wrapped in Arjun's jacket, watched him carefully, as if waiting for him to take back what he had just said.
But he didn't.
Instead, he held her gaze, the weight of his words still hanging in the air. Maybe I don't want you to leave.
She swallowed, shifting her stance, but the way she hugged the jacket closer didn't escape him. "Khanna, are you drunk?"
He huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. "On what? Water?"
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" she challenged, arms still crossed, her expression unreadable.
Arjun exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know."
She blinked, caught off guard by the honesty. "That's a first."
He smirked, but it faded too
