Slowly, she placed her hand in his.
Neha felt her throat tighten. "And then?" Dhire Dhire Aap Mere -From Baazi- -Udit Naray...
Neha finally looked at him. His tie was loosened, his shirt wrinkled. He looked tired—not of her, but of the walls he had built. Slowly, she placed her hand in his
He turned to face her fully. "And then, dhire dhire, I forgot to show you that you were still mine. I got busy winning cases, and lost the only case that mattered—us." her voice barely a whisper.
She didn't turn. "You said you wanted to talk."
"One step at a time?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.