Chaaya had always been acutely conscious of Vikram's marital status. But at that moment, she threw caution to wind. She wanted him to know her feelings. She turned around after placing the rolls of sheets in the cupboard. Vikram was leaning on the window and waiting for her reply.
“No, yours is not private…” she continued in her soft and measured voice, “They are for my eyes only…” Vikram hadn't realised that he was holding his breath for her answer. Her reply intensified the silence and the moment was taut with significance as they looked at each other. He straightened and strode quietly towards her.
“Is it?” he asked, his eyes taking note of every expression on her face while he was captivated by her beauty and reply.
She nodded but added. “Yes, because I have no rights on you…only on
