M I R A Y A’ S P O V

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” He broke the silence.

I blinked, surprisingly looking at him, “What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for a moment, his hands helding my fingers firmly this time, “I spoke to mom earlier today.”

“Kavya Aun— I mean Kavya Maa?” I corrected myself, furrowing slightly at his tensed expression, “Is everything okay?”

Nodding at me, his thumb started tracing small patterns over the back of my hand, “Yeah, everything’s fine. Better than fine, actually!” He chuckled, meeting my eyes again, “There’s a pooja at Singhania Mansion tomorrow, and everyone wants us to be there.”