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As she starts to panic, she suddenly looks up and screams loudly,

“Ahh…..”

Vikrant, lying in the room and laughing, remembers Jhankar’s words and immediately rushes to the closet, banging on the bathroom door.

“Jhankar…”

“Ahhh… Help…”

Her fear is clear in her voice, prompting Vikrant to bang louder and shout,

“Jhankar, open the door…”

Jhankar, knowing Vikrant is outside, screams for help while looking around. She spots the shirt he wore last night in the laundry basket. She quickly puts it on, opens the door, and runs out to Vikrant.

“Take him out of the bathroom, or else I won’t go back there!”

Vikrant rushes into the bathroom and looks around but sees no one. Then he turns back to Jhankar, who is wearing his shirt, which only reaches mid-thigh. Her wet hair cascades down her cheeks, and she’s holding the shirt tightly at the front, her focus entirely on the bathroom. Vikrant, however, is completely fixated on her. She yells at him.

“What are you doing? Take him out of the bathroom!”

“Who…?”

Vikrant, still staring, asks with surprise. She shouts again,

“Can’t you see the cockroach sitting on the shower tap?!”

Vikrant immediately looks at the tap. A small cockroach is sitting there. But his attention quickly shifts back to Jhankar, who’s also looking at him. He begins checking her out; her exposed legs catch his attention. But Jhankar, still terrified of the cockroach, screams,

“Take him out of the bathroom… He was watching me while I was bathing!”

Vikrant grabs the cockroach by its long antenna. Meanwhile, Jhankar yells louder, sprints to the bedroom, hides under the duvet, and shouts again,

“Take him out…”

Vikrant enters the room and throws the cockroach out the window. Then, looking at Jhankar, he says,

“When I clean the bathroom, there’s not a single cockroach. You leave the bathroom wet; that’s why they come.”

Jhankar peeks slightly from under the duvet and looks at him carefully. There’s no cockroach in his hand. Vikrant looks at her and says,

“The shirt you’re wearing is wet, you’re getting colder. So take it off…”

Jhankar’s eyes widen as she looks at Vikrant, who puts his hands in his pockets, knowing she’s scared and not thinking about her appearance. Calmly, he says,

“I’m heading out. Please change your clothes. We’re going to the doctor. You were very cold last night. Instead of ignoring it, we should talk to the doctor. Change quickly and come out, otherwise, the doctor will come in and give you an injection.”

Vikrant finishes his sentence and leaves, while Jhankar hides her face behind her hands.

“What is happening to me? Last night, I clung to him and might’ve taken advantage. And now, wearing his shirt, I appeared in front of him like I’m inviting him to do the same. Damn, what must he be thinking?”

Jhankar, regretting her foolishness, quickly goes to change her clothes.

In the night, Jhankar is sleeping very quietly with her head on Sharda's lap, and Sharda is lovingly caressing her head. After taking her medicine, she worked well at the office, but despite that, she is feeling very tired and has a severe headache. Today she was going to meet her father at his house, but her condition wasn’t good enough for her to go. Therefore, she thought it better to come directly to the mansion, as it wouldn’t be right to appear in front of her father in such a state—especially since he is already in very weak health and could be at risk of catching aninfection from her cold. Vikrant suddenly enters the room and sees Jhankar resting near Sharda. He says,

“She has a very severe cold, and the doctor said it’s contagious. You should especially stay away from her, because the doctor also told you that these next three months are crucial for you.”

When Vikrant speaks sharply, Jhankar covers her ears in her sleep, causing Sharda to glare at him. Concerned for Sharda, Vikrant approaches her and begins speaking more softly.