Tripti's gaze was sharp, her anger evident as she glared at Sarvagya, her lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without another word, she turned away and addressed Shashank.
"Come, let me clean your wounds and apply some medicine."
Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She didn't wait for a response before she started walking toward the kitchen, expecting Shashank to follow.
A smirk crept onto Shashank's lips as he cast a sideways glance at Sarvagya. The way Sarvagya's jaw clenched, the way his hands balled into fists—it was obvious that this scene was affecting him. And that brought Shashank an odd sense of satisfaction. Still, he quickly wiped the smirk off his face, replacing it with a carefully neutral expression before following Tripti. But deep inside, he was laughing like a demon.