Priyanka got up with a start as the voice penetrated her consciousness, shattering the haze of tranquility that had enveloped her. As she got up, she stumbled on her feet and his hands shot out to steady her. Face inches from his, her gaze landed on his brooding black eyes and she felt drawn by their magnetic charm. Those deep, black orbs were always mysterious, seldom giving away the turmoil that the man was going through. He masked his feelings effortlessly, except on those rare occasions when the mysterious veil slipped and revealed the tender emotion of concern - the one that she had noticed in his eyes when they had first met in her garden on the karwachauth night, where he had emerged from the darkness like her personal night in shining armour, not so long ago, or when his eyes glazed as he spoke about his dead sister - the hurt and pain revealing the man beyond the cop. At other times, they held a million questions. Ranveer Singh Randhawa had expressive eyes. No wonder the man always hid them beyond the infernal shades. But today, Priyanka could see anger simmering in their depths, the banked embers ready to flare in a moment.
She gulped.
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All about the eyes! š