Author's pov :

Jeeva sat tied to the chair with his eyes closed, waiting silently for whoever had kidnapped him to finally show up. He wasn't struggling or panicking; instead, there was an unusual calmness in him, as if he had already accepted the situation. After a while, the door creaked open and two people walked in. Hearing the sound, Jeeva slowly opened his eyes—and the moment he saw them, a hollow laugh escaped his lips. It was Hriday. Out of everyone in the world, fate had to bring him face to face with the very people he never wanted to cross paths with again.