Meera

Meera jumped at the opportunity to go down and have breakfast with Devansh in the hotel restaurant. While she was thrilled to get out of the hotel room, she could tell something was on his mind. He was attentive in his actions, but his mind was distant and clearly working overtime. Taking one last look in the hallway mirror, Meera tried to fix her hair so it covered her bruised cheek. As soon as she had it positioned just right, Devansh's rough hand brushed over the bruised skin and tucked the hair back into place behind her ear.