I looked at her... she was in my arms, light as if she were made of air. I carried her to her room after she fainted the moment she saw me. I must have scared her more than I intended. I shouldn't have. She's so fragile like something that could shatter if I hold too tightly.

I carefully laid her down on her bed, adjusting the pillow beneath her head. The soft light from the lamp fell across her face, and for a second I just forgot to breathe. She looked breathtaking in that saree - the kind of beauty that steals the air from your lungs without warning.