In the living room, Vikram was rubbing his head, looking a bit dejected.
Before he could get up, a comfortable sensation came from his shoulder.
He realized Divya was thoughtfully massaging his shoulders, and the aroma of cooking wafted from the kitchen.
"Don't keep everything bottled up, why don't you tell us? Maybe we can help?"
Divya's hands continued their work as she spoke softly.
As she spoke, she slowly leaned in, resting her head gently on his shoulder.
Looking at the beautiful face so close, Vikram took a deep breath.
At an age full of youthful vigor, he naturally couldn't resist kissing her on the side of her face.
Divya merely blushed slightly, offering no resistance, allowing Vikram to take what he wanted.
A moment later, they separated.
Divya looked at Vikram and slowly said, "Tell me about this outing."
"Okay," Vikram thought for a moment and didn't refuse.
He recounted everything that had happened at the Hospital in detail, leaving nothing out.
