Devasena, accompanied by a servant, walked down the hallway. Spotting Amarendra, a blush adorned her cheeks. Swiftly averting her gaze, her attendant chuckled knowingly. Later, in an intimate moment in Amarendra's bed, they exchanged affectionate caresses. As she attempted to withdraw, Amarendra's firm grasp pulled her back. With a whispered endearment, "My sly fox," she tenderly kissed his forehead.