Anant approached her, holding a bag of medicine in his hand, and sat on the ground. He knelt down on one knee and gently lifted Rahi's sprained leg, placing it on the thigh of his other leg.
Rahi couldn't help but stare at his face, which always seemed devoid of emotions. There was no flaw in his features. His lips were always slightly parted, giving off an air of calmness. His eyes were darker than the sea, his forehead wide, and a thin strand of hair gracefully kissed his forehead. His eyebrows were plump, and his straight nose and fair cheeks completed the picture. His eyelids opened and closed in a mesmerizing manner.
Even in a crowd, his movements stood out. The way he blinked his eyes, the way he stared, the intoxicating sound of his voice that sent chills down the spine. One glanc
