In the afternoon, Leena Kaushik engaged in a phone conversation with her father. Ten days had swiftly passed, yet Anant remained unconscious. She turned her head and gazed at the man lying motionless. As his facial wounds began to heal, his handsome and flawless features became visible. His chiseled jawline and thin, impeccable lips stirred unknown emotions within her. Though she hadn't paid him much attention in the initial days, now, upon beholding his face, she was captivated. Unsure if he was truly Anant, she found his appearance to perfectly align with the name. Eagerly, she awaited his awakening. Suddenly, her conversation ceased, and her eyes widened in shock.
“Dad, I’ll talk to you later.” Leena abruptly ended her phone call, not hesitating for a moment, and hurriedly pressed the
