Rakshit and Ishita were sitting in the garden after dinner, both with their laptops in front of them. Well, it would be more accurate to say that Rakshit was actually working, while Ishita sat beside him, lost in deep thought.

“What happened Ishita , kya soch rahi hai,” he asked gently, glancing sideways at his wife—with curiosity, noticing the distant look on her face. In this one week of marriage, he had begun to understand that she rarely said anything unless he asked first.