Jhankar is sitting quietly, her demeanor subdued. The maids came and bathed her thoroughly, and she was in such a state of shock that she didn’t say a word to anyone as they carried out their tasks. After the beautician arrived and prepared her, Jhankar sits silently, her gaze fixed on a single spot. Vikrant opens the door and observes her closely. He cannot see her face because she is sitting with her head bowed, but he is certain she is in a state of shock beyond his comprehension.

“Shall we go?”