THIRD POV :

“Mihika!”The guttural roar that tore from Ekansh’s throat was immediately silenced by the sight of her falling. The raw, blinding emotion of betrayal vanished, instantly replaced by a cold, searing terror. He surged forward, his long stride devouring the distance between them. Veer, stunned and half-naked, was still frozen by the washroom door, a speechless ghost in the charged atmosphere. Ekansh barely registered him, his focus narrowed solely on the pale, collapsing figure of the woman he loved. He reached her just as her knees buckled, catching her against the wall with the desperate strength of a man hauling a drowning victim from the sea.