"So, you are going to accept his proposal?"
Sitting on Vansh's bed, enjoying the warmth of the blanket, Shana looked blankly at her coffee mug.
It was mid of February, the evening staying for a little longer, the sun glowing the world with its rays for a little longer and the darkness clouding the sky a little later.
Sitting with her back against the bed while her knees bent, her palms receiving the heat of the coffee mug, she was now looking at the scenery handing in the front wall.
It was nothing peculiar or, even if it was, she had no knowledge about the art.
For her, it was just a weird painting with so many colours mixing, giving no message or revealing any face or place.
All she had some extracurricular talents were in writing.
And well, she was an ace in business.
Not that she would have liked people calling her like it, but she was glad to be on the same page as Vihaan.
But, she knew she was nowhere Vihaan when it was about business skills.
