While Rishabh was working, Prerna took the opportunity to look around the house herself. She toured many rooms, eventually finding herself in a room she didn't know was "off limits". Inside there were memorabilia of a different life. Souvenirs of childhood and life achievements. Pictures of a happy family, then a pair of close knit brothers. One of them was clearly much older, and the younger one looked like he doted on him a lot. She was holding a picture of Rishabh with a newly graduated police officer R. Sheikh when she was interrupted.

"Aap office mein toh accha sunn leti hain."

Prerna caught the frame as it fell out of her hand. She put it back and faced her boss. "Sorry, Mr. Bajaj. Main, ghar mein phir rahi thi. Time ka pata hi nahi chala."

"Anyway, I'm going out too. Saath nikalte hain," Rishabh said as he turned to leave the room.

"Aap, aisi haalat mein ghar se baahir jaaein ge?" Prerna reminded him.

"Doctor ke paas ja raha hoon. Ijaazat?"

Prerna blushed and fixed her hair. "Y-yeah. Of course."

"Agar aap ready hain toh...?"

"Haan, main ready hoon," Prerna followed him out.

They actually did go to the doctor's office, where they learned about the condition of Rishabh's injuries. The doctor advised him bed rest given that walking could pull his stitches. Once they left the clinic, Prerna insisted that he go back home.

"Aap ghar jaaein, main aapke manager ke saath shopping chali jaungi," she made him a deal.

Rishabh agreed and the manager dropped Rishabh off at home before taking Prerna to the mall.

"Do din se heavy clothes kya pehen liye, aap poori western ho gayi hain?" Rishabh asked when he noticed all the western clothes she had bought.

"Abh, khareedne toh thhey hi, toh main ne socha modern clothes le loon. Aapke office mein better fit hoon gi na?" Prerna got up to fold her clothes when Rishabh grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

"Abh aap Rishabh Bajaj ki wife hain. Aap duniya se nahi, duniya ko aapse darna chaahiye."

Tears slowly escaped her eyes and Rishabh reached up to cup her cheek, sweeping away the droplets.

"Sir, coffee," Miss Davis interrupted them.

Prerna quickly straightened up and stepped back as Rishabh cleared his throat.

"Thanks. You can leave it here," she did as told, "and Miss Davis. Raat tak mujhe dressing inventory chaahiye, I'll send you the list."

"Ji, sir," Miss Davis nodded and turned to leave.

"One more thing," he called her back.

"Yes, sir?"

Rishabh nodded towards the pile of western clothes on the table. "You can donate these."

Prerna began to protest.

"We won't be needing them," Rishabh finished, and Miss Davis took away the newly bought clothes.

"Aap ne aise kyun kaha? Abhi toh laai thi!"

"Aap ne le liye, main ne donate kr diye. Store keepers ka bhi faida, aur ghareebon ka bhi. Raat ko mere stylists aap ke liye clothes laaein ge. Aapko jo pasand ho ga, aap rakh lein."

"But..."

He didn't give her the time to argue as he took his coffee and rolled his wheelchair to his office. Prerna sat and sighed, not sure what to do.

Ritwik laid on the bed staring at the ceiling, his fingers tapping on the back of his hand. He shouldn't be alone in a house with a girl, his police mind was telling him. But something kept on drawing him towards her. Birds chirping made him look towards the window; it was daylight now, and he hadn't slept a wink.

Ritwik threw his legs off the bed and sat up, leaning over as he fought with his morals. He was mostly staring at his bouncing feet, but his policeman vision was also looking around actively. That was when he spotted what he thought was hair.

ACP Sheikh jumped to his feet as he mentally tabbed the brown hair slipping under the closet door. He quickly picked up his gun from under the pillow and aimed it at the closet as he cautiously stepped towards it. He clocked his gun and slowly reached out to open the door...

"Good morning!" Nisha came through the room door unannounced. As soon as she had opened the door, she saw him pointing his gun at her. Nisha screamed and quickly closed the door behind her.

"Nisha!" Ritwik holstered the gun in his pants and went after her.

She was all the way in the kitchen when he came out.

"Good morning," he said to her with a smile as he joined her.

"Good morning! Again," Nisha joked. "Sorry, mujhe knock kr ke aana chahiye tha."

"Hmm," he nodded in agreement. "Kuch chahiye tha?"

"Nahi. Woh, main breakfast bana rahi thi. Socha aapse pooch loon. Omelette khaen ge?"

"Yeah, sounds good!"

Nisha brought him a plate of eggs with shaky hands, and when his touched hers, she dropped the plate and it shattered on the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Nisha apologized as she quickly got down to clean it up. Ritwik too went around to help. "Sorry, main usually itni clumsy nahi hoon. Aap rehne dein, I'll pick it up."

"Nisha. Nisha," he called out to her as she rambled. He piled the smaller pieces and spilled food on the bigger one and put it on the counter before helping her up. She was shaking as he grabbed her arms comfortingly.

"I think sorry mujhe kehna chahiye," he tried to look into her eyes. "Bila wajah dara diya na main ne?"

Nisha moved her hands as she tried to explain. "Woh, main ne kabhi gun nahi dekhi na? Or woh bhi mere pe pointed. Toh bas zara sa..."

He kissed her before she could finish her words. The kiss made her mind shut down and she stood there limp. Ritwik stared at her and smiled.

"Two things: I'll never point a gun at you. Dusri baat, I'm an ACP, not a criminal. Tumhein mujhse darne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai."

Nisha swallowed and nodded. Ritwik smiled and kissed her head.

"Tumne breakfast kiya?"

Nisha shook her head before finding her words. "N-nahi."

Ritwik clapped his hands. "Perfect. Abh breakfast main banata hoon."