Priya's eyes widened as she registered that he had just said he loved her.
She had never had a boyfriend, but she knew what love was.
It's selfless.
The same kind she showed to her Mother Mary and the orphanage kids.
How could he love her? He had just hurt her, and now naming it as love was something beyond what she could comprehend.
Priyank didn't react to her words, knowing she wasn't lying about her feelings on the topic love. He didn't know how to do it.
But somehow, what he felt about her fell under love.
Maybe in his own twisted way.
He wouldn't argue with her about what he felt or what it should be called.
That wasn't him. He could only express his feelings in one word.
He couldn't explain it in the same way of love she wanted from him.
“I do love you, sweetheart. That's
