Words are probably the most powerful weapon known to the world. It possesses the power to make and break at the same time. Words can destroy... Words can heal.
The connotation and interpretation of the question that Awnirudh had suddenly asked Vandita on that lazy Sunday morning was different to both of them.
And both had their reasons.
It was hard for Awnirudh to erase Mira's words from his mind.
At that precious moment, when he had held Vandita's beautiful face in his hand and had looked at her large dark eyes, his mind couldn't help but picture another face beside hers, a pale troubled one with a pair of deep-set eyes, looking at him expectantly.
Awnirudh couldn't complete his words. He wanted to let Vandita know how he feels for her, he wanted to pour his heart out at her feet, but his words were held back by a strange melancholic feeling. It was as if he could almost hear Mira's voice ringing in his ears.
'Do you promise to take care of my baby!'
