Ayesha was caressing her wrist. The finger marks, which Arnav had left by holding her tightly, had vanished and there was little pain. She was looking towards her hand. But she was not sad or angry rather she was feeling something in her stomach and smiling unknowingly. She didn’t even know why. But it was a good feeling. Ritu noticed her behavior. Ritu spoke, “Did you hit your head while rescuing that dog?” “That’s not dog. That’s a puppy” “Whatever. But why are you smiling?” “I am not smiling. OK.” “Hm hm. I can see in your face. Is it