CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

POV: Kriti

Arnav was sitting quietly as he dressed my leg with a crepe bandage. I wanted to talk to him but his iron composure was making me scared. I knew he had to hate me. I wasn’t going to get a way out. I didn’t want to face him earlier. So, I just ran away. I ran away and left the diary for him. I’d been trying to talk to him for days, tell him everything that had happened, but I just couldn’t find the courage. I knew he was hurt. It was clearly visible on his face. And those eyes, when he came out running from the car and realized that it was me he had hit…

“Arnav, I’m fine. It’s alright.”

He looked directly into my eyes and took a deep breath, regaining that calmness. “Kriti, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, Arnav.”

“Have I ever scolded you?”

I had no reply and just shook my head ‘no’.

“Hav