Why don't you get married? I want to see my great-grandchild before I die"oiling and massaging Vihaan's hair, Grandma spoke.
She was seated on the deewan in the lawn, warming herself with the rays of the sun, the much-needed warmth, while Vihaan's head lay at the lap of her while his half body was spread on the grass carpet with his arms locked around his chest.
A smile, beautiful smile spread on his face and he hugs himself more as if he was hugging someone else.
The smile widened when he remembered the moments with Shana and how much he wanted it to continue, with no thought of the time, regrets, the possibility of rejection.
Only his right on Shana, only him to touch and love her ,only him to share his life with her.
All he wanted was Shana to be 'Vihaan's girl'.
He closed his eyes as if he was imagining when he heard grandma saying " Do I need to look a girl for you?"
