The web of romantic lies

Shana watched Vihaan walking toward her, her right hand still clutching the glass pressed against her right cheek.

The glass was surely helpful. It did not let the blush cloud her cheeks.

A minute later, Vihaan was standing in front of her in his full glory, the blue pants hugging his legs and the purple shirt glorifying his chest.

He remained standing without saying a word, his hands inside the pant pocket on either side, the icy blue dial with platinum case Rolex adorning his right wrist.

Shana was immensely lost. She did not even bother blinking or averting her eyes.

Damn! He had never seen so handsome.

Or maybe she had never seen him properly.

She came to her senses when she heard Ms Kriti," I will be out." and saw her walking out of the gate.

And still, she was lost.

She had no words to say. All she wanted was