Chapter 51

When Shanaya walked out of the hospital room that morning, she found Dhruv sleeping on one of the metal chairs placed outside in the hallway. The back of his head rested against the smooth tiled wall behind, his hands clasped together in his lap.

Her shoulders tensed when she saw the way he was sitting—his back arched, one leg crossed over the other, making for a bad posture. When she walked to him, his eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she apologised softly, wondering what he was still doing there.

His tongue flickered over his bottom lip as he folded his arms. “That’s too bad, Shanaya. I was having the best dream.”

She did not fail to grasp the sarcasm in his voice; just like her, he had got no sleep the previous night.

“What did you dream about?” she still asked.

Dhruv sat up straight in his chair, finally fixing his posture. Her shoulders relaxed as she watched him come up with a response.

“I’ll tell you while we’re having breakfast,” he finall