There will never be another you : Chapter 19
The room felt too large for two people who barely knew how to exist in the same space. Anjali stood near the edge of the bed, fingers nervously twisting the end of her dupatta. Shivaay was by the window, pretending to be deeply invested in the view outside—though it was just darkness and the faint glow of streetlights. Neither spoke for a long moment. "So..." Anjali finally said, her voice soft but cutting through the silence like a hesitant knock. "This is... our room." Shivaay turned slightly, clearing his throat. "Yes. It is." Another silence. Thicker this time. His eyes briefly flickered toward the bed and then away, as if even acknowledging it was too much. Anjali noticed. Of course she did. "I can take the couch," he said quickly, almost too quickly. "It's fine." Anjali blinked. "The couch is... tiny." "I've slept in worse places," he replied, a little defensive, like he needed to prove something. She...