“Here,” A hand came in front of her eyes as she turned her gaze, Vansh was standing with a coffee mug in his hands and the one he forwarded to her had tea.
“Thanks,” she said taking the mug in her both hands. She wondered why he had tea in his penthouse when he hated it in the first place.
“Vansh,” She said his name as he looked at her. They were standing a little too close to each other.
“Please call me Ansh, like you used to,” He whispered, in the quietness of the night, even his whispers sounded harsh.
Adya bit her lip and then shook her head, “I can’t, it’s not my right anymore,” She stated the fact as he chuckled.
“It is yours, it was yours and it always will be yours,” He said looking into her eyes but she avoided any eye contact with him.
“I do love you, Adya,” He said w
