Rahi halted the wheelchair and reached for the nearby stool, seating herself upon it. She began rolling up Anant's trousers, her deep, red eyes filled with unspoken emotions.
Anant couldn't help but wonder why she was crying.
Was it because he had scolded her earlier?
She had left the house without even checking if he had eaten lunch or not. Or perhaps there was something amiss with the company?
Normally, she would engage in conversation while massaging his legs, but today she remained silent. Gently grasping his leg, she lifted it with care.
Hiss...
Rahi turned her gaze towards him, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asked, blinking her eyes as she stared at him intently.
"No, you did it right," he responded in a low voice.
Rahi slowly lowered his
