It was late twilight. The Sun was about to set. The sky was awash with a plethora of hues that gave everything in sight a warm becoming glow, including the two young occupants of the far table close to the window.
Mili had pulled on a watermelon pink button down sweater, slate colored leggings and a scarf of the finest white pashmina, not realizing that she looked utterly fetching in the outfit. Ahaan, in a deep navy pin striped shirt and tan casual pants was the picture of effortless elegance.
Mili tried to appear unperturbed, even as she felt Ahaan’s admiring gaze upon her. Both had barely touched their drinks.
Finally, mustering some courage, she began, “Ahaan..I…”
“Spill it out! Say it Mili, that you can’t trust me enough to make you happy!”
“I didn’t mean that…” She said looking up, startled by his impassioned tone.
“Then what else was the purpose of this meeting?” He demanded, leaning forward in his chair, staring directly into her eyes.
Mili was shaken. Ahaan seemed to have a lot more vested in this than he had made her feel. It was not just an exercise to fulfill his mother’s wishes. The confident nonchalance he had displayed yesterday had disappeared, leaving in its place a certain raw vulnerability that had been a characteristic of the old Ahaan and it drew her to him. She tried to resist.