Nandini stumbled, holding a tray of cups filled with chai.
Mom whispered in her ears "don't fall, Walk slowly."
Manik, who was sitting at the corner of the sofa was looking at Nandini . She felt nervous. She stood holding the tray of two cups and plates decorated with snacks. Manik was behind her for a few seconds and then decided to take the tray from her walking towards Nandini 's room.
"This is my room," Nandini said with a forced smile on her face.
A neat well-arranged room.
A window through which slightly cold breeze touched Manik. The wind chuckled his skin and left a fragrance something like a fresh bloomed rose on his skin.
Manik kept the tray of chai on the table and Nandini was helping.
Manik's eye traces the room with an eagerness to know more about Nandini . He wanted th
