The morning had its chill. The sun was still playing hide and seek behind the mountains. Neither Awnirudh, nor Vandita spoke the entire way. There was an unsaid tension, an incomprehensible air of twitchiness between the two.
Awnirudh got down from the car and held the door open for Vandita. She slowly got down and followed Awnirudh inside without any complaint.
"I have had your room prepared upstairs Vandita. Freshen up and come down for breakfast. I need to talk to you." Awnirudh said.
There was a subtle enchantment in his tone and Vandita suddenly felt awed.
The breakfast was served in a proper English style, with bacon and sausage accompanied by bread toast. Koeli had done a wonderful job and Vandita ate silently.
"I wanted to tell you that you are not a random orphan whom I saved from the street." Awnirudh broke the silence. "I married you... I ..." He stopped before finishing his sentence.
