Author's POV:

Vihaansh dropped her off at home. Knowing he wouldn't agree otherwise, she didn't argue and let him. The entire drive was quiet. She didn't speak or yell. He hated himself for being bad at initiating conversation. He didn't like to speak to people, but with her, he loved to talk. His heart yearned to hear her voice, but he was scared of her tears. What if she started crying the moment he began speaking? No, he couldn't see her in that condition again. He stayed quiet, just adoring her and feeling bad, looking at her rosy face which had lost its shine because of him. After a silent 20-minute drive, they reached her home. She got out of the car and rushed into the house. She didn't have the courage to face him if he started a conversation, and she didn't have the energy to listen to him. It was already too much for the day, and her brain couldn't accumulate more words. As soon as the car halted, She rushed inside the house as soon as possible.