That’s the Shreya I know…

Downstairs in the parking lot, Srinivas stood there leaning over a car's front waiting for Shreya.

Since her own car was trashed, he had prepared another car for her. It was also a sedan… a black Jaguar. Since she had started using her dad's custom-made car, she had stopped using the other ones in her garage. But now, she was back to switching cars every time she went out.

Shreya strolled down with a heavy expression. Then she saw Srinivas's slumped shoulders.

"Hey, there…" He called out seeing her coming near.

Shreya did not really say anything but she simply wrapped her arms around his giving him a hug…

"I am sorry… I shouldn't have taken her with me in the first place knowing the risks… I just… I wasn't thinking straight and … she turned the car in spite of what I said…" Shreya whispered. But something choked at her throats not letting her continue.