Author's pov :

Hriday's driver stopped the car right in front of Chahat's home after dropping Priya at hers. Chahat was nervously gripping the shawl around her, her fingers clenched tightly in the fabric as she sat alone in the car. She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable — but the feeling of being alone with him, after everything that had happened, sent ripples through her heart, a storm of nervousness and something unnamed.