Anisha's Perspective:
My emotions swirled like a tempest within me. As Hridhan's gaze lingered on my inner turmoil, he didn't pepper me with questions, nor did he attempt to offer comforting words. Instead, he took a course of action that was both unexpected and deeply reassuring.
Without a word, he guided me away from the prying eyes of the masquerade ball. We retreated to a secluded corner, a shadowy alcove that concealed us from the curious glances of the other guests. From our vantage point, we could still survey the entire hall, yet the cloak of darkness provided us with a semblance of privacy.
Hridhan, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair from a nearby table and gently urged me to sit. He knelt down, positioning himself to meet my eyes directly, and reached for my trembling hand
