"Missing me, wifey?" Vihaan anxiously waited for the response, the speed of the pumping of his heart increasing with time.
His cheeks red like strawberry.
Days had passed since the incident or the fortunate incident at the hotel, but unlucky him, he had not spent a single night with Shana.
The day after that, he had flown to Mumbai for meeting with the same client he had cancelled his meeting with.
It was not hard for him to visit her, but something inside was asking him not to as if his absence would make her miss him or feel his love toward her.
Not so far away from him, Shana was standing in between the doors of the wardrobe, surrounded by his clothes.
Trying to ignore the voice and the butterflies it gave to her, she supported the phone in between her neck and head by adjusting it with her left hand and once her hand was free, she felt the texture of his white shirt, maybe in hope of feeling his warmth on it.
"When are you coming back?" instead, she asked it.
