Shivangi and Mrityunjay were standing extremely close at that moment. Mrityunjay seemed lost somewhere in Shivangi's innocent, milk-like face. It happened like this every time—whenever she was very close to him, Mrityunjay could never stop himself. He would forget everything, even his own habits. Slowly, he began leaning toward her face.

Shivangi’s lips began to tremble; her eyes were closed. Her fingers moved slightly due to fear and a shiver running through her. Suddenly, the 'needle' held in her hand pierced straight into Mrityunjay’s chest. A soft gasp of pain escaped Mrityunjay’s mouth, hearing which Shivangi instantly snapped her eyes open.