Her small and innocent face rested in his palms as they locked eyes, searching for answers. Anant's voice trembled with concern.
"If you've truly let go, why there are tears in your eyes?" he questioned, his grip tightening gently. Rahi bit her lip, trying to suppress the trembling, but her eyes betrayed her as a solitary tear escaped. In a tender gesture, Anant pressed his lips against the tear, absorbing it. He caressed her soft, wet cheeks with his thumbs, peering deeply into her eyes.
"You shared everything about me when you brought me here. Yet, you never disclosed your own wounds. Why?"
"Those scars hold no meaning," Rahi whispered, her voice strained. But Anant remained resolute.
"Everything concerning you holds meaning to me," he asserted, leaving her stunned by his firmness.
