It’s been a day since the accident and Nitya was in her room, sitting idely as her dear husband was not even letting her lift a finger. She looked at her husband, who was sitting on the couch typing something on his laptop with utmost attention.

Her attention got shifted when she felt the phone under her pillow buzzing. She took out the phone, sneakily folding her knees in front of her as the phone hid from Shivansh’s eyes.