Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

he raised his brows, intrigued. "where did you come from?" aditya asked. "i was a wanderer for a long time, too." north or south? somehow, she struck him as someone from the latter. northern wolves, he'd found, were more serious, as if they had ice in their veins, rather than hot blood. there was not frost to be found in this girl, he thought.

maybe that was why his relationship with dawn had imploded. she was more pragmatic, he reactive. and while she had a tendency to be reckless and selfish, it was not with the heat of passion, but rather a cool, breezy attitude--something he was thoroughly unaccustomed to. perhaps north and south could never mix, not with any degree of success.

"my name is aditya, by the way," he offered, smiling. then he fell silent, waiting for her to continue. he wanted a story; he hoped she'd offer more.