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."
She wanted to be angry. She had rehearsed a dozen fiery speeches in the shower. But standing there, with his eyes holding the same rain that had just washed the city clean, the anger melted. Dhire Dhire Aap Mere -From Baazi- -Udit Naray...
And for the first time in a long time, home didn't feel like an address. It felt like a hand holding hers. Slowly. Gently. Surely. He turned to face her fully