"Maanvi, see, don’t be afraid; please tell me. Don’t avid me; its hurt please, Maanvi." He almost begged her, cupping her face. while Maanvi could just cry more and more, unable to face him.

Her mind was still stuck at Priti’s words about how he will eventually get bored with her, and moreover, she couldn’t deny the fact that some bastard tried to molest her, and this thing will come out someday, somewhere, as it will have some permanent mark on her soul. And in any case, she would not like it to effect Abhiraj, directly or indirectly. Her heart was breaking seeing him begging in front of her, and she held his hand in her looking down.