“I love you” he says.

She was a stranger to feelings.

At a certain point in life, where life was simpler, she believed she loved him, in a very stupid unrealistic way. The way Bollywood movies make people believe.

Silence, the norm.

“I know you love me” he says.

He had decided for her. As usual.

“Do I?”

“Don’t you?”

Sad eyes, slightly lost with child like expression on face, unable to decide what be the next line.

“I do” she says. Sheer words uttered merely for his sake.

A smile.