"I am afraid, Ram." Priya whispered quietly, her head against his shoulders.
The gentle night breeze was cool against their skin, the leaves on the trees whispering secrets of their own.
She could feel his head turn slightly towards her, his mind full of assumptions and before he could speak, she completed her sentence.
"I am afraid - of being so happy"
She felt him slightly relax and take her hand in his. He drew a question mark on her palm.
"Because I know it will not last long." She answered.
"All the more reason to wallow in happiness selfishly." He said simply.
It made complete sense to her. So she did.