Sitting in the wooden chair on the lawn of the Rathore mansion, enjoying and feeling the cool breeze of air, listening to the chirping of birds, and watching the movements of trees and leaves, Shana was engrossed in her thoughts.
It was five in the morning and the yellowish sky was indicating the sunrise.
She had been sitting since four in the morning, sleep far away from her.
All over the night she wanted to call Vihaan and ask about his well-being.
It had been a day since she had heard his voice.
But the stubborn side of her was against it.
It wanted more time.
But her heart was desperate for it.
And she realised she had been addicted to him and his voice.
Was not it the first step of falling for someone?
Or maybe second or third.
"Ughh" coming out of her thoughts, she stood up from the chair and falling the first ray of sun, stretched herself.
She needed distraction and for the very first time, she could only choose shopping for it.
