Hina smiled. He smiled back. Hina realized that this simple-looking lad had the skill of manipulating what he wanted to say but at the same time, he was sensitive and knew the etiquette of talking. This quality of Asrar had managed to impress her. She had been in a good mood since the evening. One could see the bliss on her face. Before this evening, she did not know that a confession of what was in their heart could be made so easily, without much drama. As gentle as Asrar’s entrance was into her life were the confessions of their love to each other. No filmi or traditional lines were spoken.

They talked for half an hour. Asrar bid farewell to Hina at 7.45 p.m. after seeing her off to the taxi.

Hina sat in the taxi, extended her hand out of the window and shook Asrar’s hand. The intensity of love flamed in Hina’s eyes and the same reflected in Asrar’s eyes too. Both the hearts were drowned in love, and it was evident from the glow on their faces and the spark in their eyes. Both had gone through the same emotions in the past week. In that feeling the intensity of love was veiled. She turned and looked at Asrar from the taxi. Asrar waved his hand and said goodbye. The taxi moved forward but Asrar stayed there, as if he was a statue on the road. He was thirsty. He wanted that evening to be very long. He wanted time to crawl. But that did not happen. Today, time was in such a hurry as if it wanted to meet someone who was waiting for it. Despite the thirst that was still within him, that day was the most important day of his life. Today Hina was his. Hina’s smile had confessed that she was going through the same feeling as he. Asrar could not understand where to go, what to do, whom to meet in these moments of extreme happiness. From whom to keep this secret safe in his heart and whom to reveal it to?