"What? What you mean about the wedding night? " roaming in the Vihaan's room while holding the edge of her lehenga in one hand and the phone in another, Shana spoke absentmindedly.
She had been continuously roaming in his room for the last half an hour. But without looking at anything in the room.
As if it was not her, now. The feeling was foreign to her.
Or rather, she still had not accepted she was married to Vihaan Singh Rathore.
"It was I who got married, right"?, annoyed, Riya spoke sarcastically.
Looking for her night dress, Riya almost rolled her eyes in sarcasm and looked toward Vihaan's bedroom.
And now Shana's.
Even though they were a few rooms away and Riya really wanted to visit her room, she controlled the urge.
Shana needed some time alone to be ready to face Vihaan as her wife.
And she wondered if Shana could really control her desires or her body.
