" Why does love hurts so much?
If it does not hurt, it's not love "
The car ride to Yash's mansion was silent not like the awkward silence but a kind of comfortable one with soft music playing.
Shayra pressed her head against the seat as she looked outside at the world Moving back as they ran ahead.
Yash knew she was under the influence of meds and very much sleepy, so he also did not say anything but still stole a few glances of her in every minute or two.
Delhi traffic showed mercy on them as they reached the kapoor mansion by 9 pm.
Yash stopped the car to the entrance of the mansion as he saw his mother walking to the entrance with a plate of Pooja on her hands.
Now this starts... Shayra thought
Yash opened her side of door before he picked her up in his arms.
" Mr. Ka
