Love lay on the ground, unconscious, her hands and feet trembling as if she had been suddenly transported from Vidhvansh's bungalow to the cold nights of Kashmir.

Tears streamed down her face, and she was sobbing, but she was numb to it all. The one who had brought her to this state, who had turned her life upside down and brought devastation into her world, Vidhvansh, had long since left her standing alone at the crossroads of destruction.