Aashirya's POV :
Awkward.....awkward....awkward.
The whole atmosphere is surrounded by awkwardness only.
Right now we are agin in his jet, and is flying back to India.
Laksh has not said a single word to me. And whenever I am trying to start a conversation with him, by asking any random questions, he is just pushing it away with his one word answers, or by nodding his head.
I don't know what happened to him that he .....ummmm.....kissed me. He even took my first freaking kiss, but still here it's only me who is trying to make the situation less awkward for both of us.
"Sir, man, would you like to have some drink?" The air hostess ask us, while standing in front of us with a trolley full if different kinds of drink.
"Umm...I will take mango shake." I told her politely, where as she s
