The content of his own

Shana stopped and turned back at a slow and confusing pace to look at him, looking at her.

She remained standing, her left hand clutching her hair, her right hand in her lower pocket.

Did she hear correctly? Or was she still in her dream?

Sitting on the bed, looking at her blinking, her eyes and roaming her hand in her hair, Vihaan was waiting for her to say.

Say anything and break the silence.

He had never liked the silence whenever he was with her.

Even if it was fun to tease her, it was hard to have silence from her side.

Coming to sit on the bed, she sucked her lower lip, her mind still processing or rather, trying to come up with an answer.

For, it was a purely embarrassing and awkward moment for her.

Lifting her eyes, she looked at him and spoke as humbly as she could," How do you know it was your name?"