Sitting at the partially illuminated corner of the terrace in his night-black pants and no shirt and the glass of whisky in his lift hand, Vihaan looked absentmindedly at the busy, illuminating but noisy and polluted Delhi. The pollution covered sky had no stars, or the human eye of Vihaan could not see the hiding stars.
He thought of the awkwardness present between Vansh and him even though he has apologized to him. The chain of thoughts lead him to Shanaya and, deep down he felt bad, bad for shouting at her, for making her hurt, for making her feel uncomfortable, but his mind did not let him go deep in guilt.
His mind spoke immediately to him"I am not wrong. She did the mistake and, it was not I who told her to speak in between us."
He abruptly looked to his left when he heard some footsteps and, soon enough, a feminine figure busy in her own world emerged. His breaths stopped, he, was not expecting someone on his favourite and hiding place.
