Vinay was standing near the window of his room watching the moon. The whole night Vinay was thinking about what Rekha had asked him. Was he in love with her? Why was he not able to avoid her?
He remembered the time when she had come on the terrace to thank him. Her face had a different demure. Her doe eyes, her rose petals shaped lips, round cheeks. Her scent. He was falling in love with her scent.
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