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Vihaan scooped her up and cradled her against his chest. A pins and needles sensation surged through his body as soon as he touched her.

It wasn't the effort of carrying her weight. She was feather-light. It was the way she nestled in his arms, her head dropping onto his shoulders as though they belonged there. His brain couldn't comprehend his feelings.

"It's too crazy...too beyond rational explanation," he thought.

He was certain he had never seen her before. Her eyes resembling Drishti wasn't an explanation either. Drishti was a child, while this woman, Divyanshi, was a grown woman.

How did a woman he had never seen before manifest in his dreams and then materialise in front of him, in flesh and blood? Every line of her face is hauntingly familiar. How illogical was that?

Ever since he saw her, Vihaan was hopelessly distracted from the purpose of his visit. In his agitation, he had been insensitive in revealing the truth to her. It was clear that she was worried about not receiv