Kriti's expression shifted to seriousness, touched by Shabd's affectionate gesture.
The word "silly" lingered in her mind. Shabd's actions had thawed her heart, creating an unfamiliar feeling deep within her tender soul.
"Sir, all the dresses are ready," the manager approached Shabd, politely interrupting their moment. Shabd nodded in acknowledgment and shifted his gaze to Kriti.
"If you want anything else, take it," he whispered in a low voice.
Anything else... Kriti's mind seemed to freeze, unable to process what more she could ask for. She shook her head, resembling a bewildered child.
The backseat of the car was now filled with bags, carrying Kriti's newfound possessions. As they drove home, Kriti couldn't help stealing glances at Shabd, who focused intently on the dark road ahea
