"Congratulations."
"Why?"
"I love you."
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Rocky and Shravani, two scared souls, living in two different ends of the world, one carving love and freedom while the other strives to fulfill the promise he made to his mother.
When...
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Author's Pov
Shravani. Shravani. Shravani.
Thinking about her, a smile traces its way towards his lips. She was the first person to evoke a feeling inside him. After the death of his mother, his heart has been turned into a stone, just an organ to pump blood and it was her who made his heart beat again, evoked a feeling of living for him.
No, it is not love, not yet.
Attraction, maybe.
No, no....it was something more than a mere attraction.
In thinking of her, there is a steady sense of passion, an enduring hope that he was thriving, where she was. Of all the souls he have met upon his path, she was the only one with whom he feels as if they belong together, as if they were eagles born to ride the same updrafts.
That night was supposed to be a normal one for him. He wasn't supposed to meet her yet he did. The moment he gazed into her brown orbs, the attraction was instant. There is something about her that excites and calms him all at once. The attraction between them was like a tangible thread in the air, it could either break or tighten due to the force.
It was her magnetic brown eyes that attracted his attention on her. Those eyes were the hue of every tree in the forest from the early light to the sunset, made all the richer by the golden light. From her eyes came a sense of home for him, a sense which he had once lost with his mother's death.
She looks at him like the fire in her eyes has been dowsed with ice water, if anything it makes the brown more pale. He was not used to it, it unnerves him. And at the same time it makes him want her, but she just crawl right back inside some invisible shell and no matter how hard he tried she's unreachable.
They say the eyes are windows, how true, he mused. He could clearly see through her eyes. He could see the pain and the fire, her eyes held at the same all ready to burn down the world in ashes. He could see, how every emotion comes together to form an art in her soul. It forms a picture that scares people looking through the depth of her soul.
But not him.
For him, her eyes are beautiful, her soul is pure, its the truth, for it's not about colours or shape, it's about the loving sweet essence that is so clearly there along with the burning fire. She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.
For him, the instant and the eternity are the same thing. He doesn't fear death, for he know it was inevitable. His death has not yet quite arrived, but it is near and inevitable as night follows day. He knew, all will end in death, all!
He knew from experience, the tormenting expectation of terror and death the cornet was suffering and knew that only time could help one. It was something like the last spiritual struggle between life and death, in which death would gain the final victory. He'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how his impending death forced him to decide whether he wanted to live or mourn and he choose to live. He is different that way.
