Kainat looked at Agastya with deep confusion, her brows slightly drawn together as she tried to understand what he was suddenly doing. There was something different in him—something unreadable. But on the other hand, a mischievous, almost playful smile lingered on his lips, completely contradicting the intensity in his eyes. Without saying a word, he bent slightly, scooped her up into his arms again, and carried her toward the bed. His movements were calm, controlled, almost effortless. He placed her down softly on the mattress, making sure she was steady before letting go.