Anant held the coat in his hand, noticing the tension etched on Rahi's face. She stared at his back in shock, unable to overlook what she had just witnessed. With a casual air, he shrugged off her concern and gently draped the coat over her shoulders.
"You've been injured."
"Don't worry, it's just a scratch," he assured, tugging the coat's edge to cover her. But Rahi held his arms firmly, her gaze fixed on his waist. Ignoring the extent of his injury, he hadn't even spared a glance at it. However, the sight of his white shirt soaked in blood told a different story.
The stain rapidly spread across his waist and began to taint his pants.
"Anu, look at the blood. It's not minor," Rahi protested, her voice filled with worry.
Anant pressed his finger to her soft lips, locking eyes with h
