Slowly sliding her hair to one side ,he leaned against her shoulder and pecking her clavicle,tightening of her muscles could be felt via her shivers,the untying of her dress,left her to slowly submerge in the never ending ocean of love.
Vansh,her slow whispers and moans were soothing his ears whole night.
As the first ray of sun striked the window panes,tucking her tussles,and the shine on her face,he wished this dream,her slowl smiling lips and then again closing back of eyes,her eyelashes,her innocence, her palm on his chest,she ,her ,she.
Closing his eyes,in satisfaction,the never ending romanticism filled soul purifying vibes of their relationship,the more he died on it,the more he became alive.
The sudden violent gush of storm striking hard on window panes,trembling,causing a sudden wave of panic to pass from his forehead,slowly pouring visibly in the form of sweat…
“Riddhima” his shrieks could be heard for lives.
The side of his,vacant, the vacancy interspersed with feeble voices echoing among screams and the flashes ,much more alive than reality, never left him to sleep wth peace.
His weather changer,infinitely waiting for her to return from the place where they call souls merge after leaving the body,had it been possible for him to go leaving his responsibilities behind,he would not have waited a moment to burn everything he had,because all it felt,vacant by the vacancy created via her swirling motion, she adorned in white embellished dress,her hair strands falling below her waist,and the smiles,everlasting.
You are the breath of every beat
Will it cost much for you,to return for once atleast.