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Shravan took deep breaths, trying to control himself, but finally lost the battle after fifteen minutes of watching Drishti.

"Drishti," he called out.

"Yes?" she asked without looking up from piling her clothes into the suitcase.

"For heaven's sake, stop it. They are new. Why are you crumpling them like that?" Shravan snapped, making Drishti startle.

"What? Why are you angry? What did I do?" Drishti asked in confusion.

Shravan took deep breaths again and pasted a smile on his face.

"Why don't you go and pour us both a glass of juice? You bought many today, didn't you? I will manage the packing," Shravan said.

Drishti bestowed a heartwarming smile at him and hugged him tight.

"Thank you so much. I'm a mess at packing. At home, Maa does it for me," Drishti said and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek before running to the kitchen to get the juices.

Shravan shook his head and got on with the packing. He always had a travel bag ready, so his packing wouldn't take much time. He carried on wi