Shana was sitting in front of the dressing table, her pinkish-round face glowing.
Not with any makeup, but with shyness, excitement and nervousness.
Her greenish silk saree with a backless blouse and the emerald necklace adoring her petite and creamy neck were not making her less prettier.
And she realised people saying green is her colour were not liars.
She was glad to choose green, for she wanted to look pretty. The feminine in her was urging her to look beautiful, for herself and for Vihaan.
She knew something had changed, maybe not just something but everything.
She now wanted to wear gorgeous sarees and dresses and wanted to look mesmerizing every time.
And her expectations of herself were so much, she could not even decide which lipstick to apply.
Her heart as usual wanted red, but her eyes and mind were urging her to go to pink.
And vihaan lying on the bed, his hands supporting his head was not helpful at all.
