Disha woke up late, the next morning. And to her surprise, the breakfast was already kept on the table. She just had to brush her teeth and start eating.
"So...who made this? Did the servants made the breakfast? I ain't eating it then. I can't eat someone else's food anyways." Murmured Disha to herself.
"You can eat it. I made it for you. I woke up early today and had some time to spare, so I decided to make the breakfast today." Said Digraj, with a straight face.
"You did? I still don't want to eat it though. It's okay, you can have the breakfast by yourself." Said Disha.
"Why? Why don't you want to eat the food I made for you? Is it so difficult to be comfortable with me? Am I that bad? Do I always make you uncomfortable?" Asked Digraj.
"What? Have you started drinking in the morning, nowadays? I..I am not uncomfortable with you. I just don't want to eat the breakfast today." Said Disha.