Wolfgang stared out at the city. The sounds of the bustling streets of Mumbai had turned into a dull roar and it was almost jarring to be out of the loud crowds. Kala had brought him up to the roof where they had almost had their first kiss. He glanced at her and the slight blush on her face told him she knew he was thinking about it.

He dropped his gaze back to his hands.

"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked, finally breaking the silence that had been with them since they left the restaurant. His heart was pounding and he was still trying to figure out why being around her was making him so nervous.

"The last time we saw each other…" Kala started slowly. She looked down at her hands, pausing. Wolfgang looked at her. "You told me to marry Rajan."

"I did." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"But you're here."

"I am." She turned to look at him fully and Wolfgang could see the question in her eyes before it left her lips.

"Why?" Kala asked. He could feel her warring emotions. She was torn between following his advice even if she didn't want to marry Rajan, but part of her yearned towards whatever it was she was feeling for him.

"I told you. I'm not quite sure why," Wolfgang replied. She searched his face, looking for any hint of a lie. And knowing what she was thinking, he added, "I wouldn't lie to you."

"Do you want me to marry Rajan?" She felt the echo of a stab of pain and it almost took her aback. He swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"It would be better for you." He hadn't said no. Wolfgang's eyes moved back to his hands. "You saw what I'm capable of," he said, his voice hoarse. It pained him to get the next words out. "You deserve so much better than the monster that I am."

And it was true. She was pure, she was good. He didn't deserve someone like her. She deserved someone a lot better than him. Someone like Rajan.

Kala placed a hand on his knee. Wolfgang looked at her hand before looking back up at her. Her eyes were bright with tears.

"While I may not agree with what you've done, I know there's still good in you," she said, her voice soft. She moved her hand to cup his face. Wolfgang fought the urge to lean into her touch. "You're not the monster you think you are."

Wolfgang's eyes glanced down at Kala's mouth for the briefest of seconds as he slowly shook his head.

"I still don't deserve someone like you." A wave of an emotion he couldn't exactly place swelled up in Wolfgang. "Kala," he started but she shook her head.

"Wolfgang, I love you," she said.

That's what he was feeling. Her love for him. And that's why he spontaneously flew to India just to seek out Kala. He loved her.

And he wanted her to know that.

Before he knew what he was doing, Wolfgang was cupping Kala's face in his hands and his lips were meeting hers. Her hands closed around his wrists as she kissed him back with as much passion as he kissed her.

They were both breathless when they finally pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers, their heavy breaths mingling. His eyes were closed.

"Kala, I love you too," Wolfgang panted. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. He was trying to figure out what to do with everything he was feeling right now. He wasn't used to this, wasn't used to loving someone or having someone love him. The only person to ever really care about him was Felix. "I just…"

"I know," she said. She moved her hands to his. Kala slowly pulled them away from her face. Wolfgang didn't let out a breath as he let her move his hands. He watched as she took his hands in hers, her grip tight. "But if you're willing to give this a try…" Her voice trailed off, but the question was obvious.

He wanted to.

He didn't want to.

He wanted to be selfless and let her marry Rajan.

He wanted to be selfish and be with her.

Before he went in to his uncle's manor, Kala had told him she understood how she felt about him. Did she still feel the same after seeing what he was capable of doing?

Hearing his thoughts, Kala nodded.

Wolfgang looked down at their hands. He moved his hands to intertwine her fingers with his.

Meeting her gaze again, he nodded.