"I want you to play tabla as I dance," announced Vrinda, nonchalantly. Vivaan, who had brought her dinner, almost let the plate slip through his hands after listening to her demand.
"Your muscles have not yet regained full strength. Are you sure?" he questioned, hesitantly. He was aware that she had watched every video of her performances, thanks to Rupa, and he had been wondering if she would show any interest in pursuing her passion once again.
"Smita said I could dance. So, will you?" she prompted, arching her eyebrow at him in nervous anticipation.
The ecstasy and bliss glowing on her face during her performances were only a part of the reason she wanted to dance away. The other reason, which could not bring herself to admit, was to bask in Vivaan's warmth and relish his company without being overwhelmed by angst of betrayal or melancholy of guilt.