Manya was feeling his Sahiba. When she was in a coma, he had held her close to his chest many times. Just lying on the bed, he would lie with her and cuddle, but the way he was holding her to his chest now, this feeling was very different, one that was giving his heart peace. He was completely immersed in the feelings of love, and at the same time, Ananya's breaths were also starting to become uncontrollable. Her hands were still in the air, but slowly, her hands began to rest on Manya's back.