Chirag Devansh Grover Pov,

Seher had lost consciousness by the time we reached the palace, and my lungs refused to work the moment I remembered how she’d gone weak in that market. Breath came to me in broken pieces. I hated myself for the decision that led her there—for agreeing when Dadi Sa suggested the trip. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have been with us. She wouldn’t be like this.