Before Anant could react, Divya stood up from behind the car, even though her foot still hurt she walked toward thems quickly as soon as possible and interrupted, pushing Anant slightly backward while she grabbed his wrist tightly, her nails digging into his skin which she was completely unaware because of her anxiety and stress.

Anant thought to himself, " This is the first time she has touched me like this-so possessively, like she owns me completely and claimed me" not caring that her nails were hurting him