I can live with that…

The door closed behind Shreya with a click. Once Shreya left, the whole room was utterly quiet.

Zeenath just sat there staring back at Srinivas.

Her bed was reclined to support her in a sitting position without her effort… her head was still wrapped up partially while her hands and legs sported casts. She was in a state where she couldn't move even if she wanted to… but her eyes still fluttered away like a butterfly while meeting his.

His eyes weres something that she never dared to meet before her accident. Especially when they scorched her like now… but for some reason, she had that courage today. Being that close to being dead gave her the courage to face herself and him.

Growing up, she had it tough but she survived with sheer grit. She grew up like an abandoned lone island without letting anyone near enough to her.