Inside the car, Taani sat in Abhimaan's arms, her sobs slowly subsiding into quiet sniffles. She was curled up on his lap like a child seeking protection, her body trembling from the aftershock of what she had just gone through. Abhimaan's strong arms held her tightly, yet gently, as if he feared she might break at the slightest pressure. His hand stroked her hair with tenderness, while his other hand traced soothing circles on her back.