He's calm She's storm
He's ice She's Fire
He prefers home while she a party freak
He's heartbroken while she's spitfire dandelion
He's every girl's dream...beyond perfectionist...a calm and composed...successful billionaire at a young age...He is...
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Hush’s of wind around, under twinkling stars, rapid heartbeats of the souls soothing their ears, smile not leaving their faces both gazed at the city
Leaning closer to his warmth, Ana smiled remembering the slow passionate kiss they shared, even under the dark sky her cheeks were bright red which made Shiv smile
Ever since her entry in his life whom he thought only a headache for him and Advil had become his constant intake she proved him wrong and he couldn’t be more happier than this
Placing his chin on her shoulder he watched the silent city while his heart whispered this the peace it craved
After an hour of spending silence time listing to their heartbeat Shiv helped her stand up, holding her from waist they walked till his bike
Hoping on the bike, holding his trouser she kept her head on his back while he rode the bike keeping his other hand on hers
Cool breeze, silent rode, many unsaid words with the feeling of one two souls looked forward to their future with no uncertain thoughts or force it’s all the matters of hearts now
Reaching OM, both reached Shiv’s room, getting changed into 'biker shorts and his white shirt she climbed on the bed, scrolling through her phone she waited for Shiv to join her
While she wait for him a certain picture in Pinterest caught her attention which bought smile on her face and idea popped inside her head
Shiv who came out of closet in his sweatpants frowned looking at her goofy smile knowing very well something cooking inside her head he went near her and kept his hand on her shoulder only to receive a loud shriek from her
“What the f*ck Shiv you scared me” she exclaimed keeping hand on her chest and sent a death glare towards him who shrugged his shoulder and scoot closer to her
Pulling her by waist such that she hover him he teased “What’s cooking in that tiny little brain”
She pinched his arms and pout at him for the insult of her brain “You know you are such a meany jerk”
A slight curve formed on his lips and he pecked her pouty lips saying “What can I say learnt from the best” which made her gasp as he meant her
“You jerk” wailing she hit his arms while he burst into laughter
After one tease time laughter surrounding the room he caressed her head making her fall asleep with less tantrum complain of her
Looking at her asleep-self pecking her forehead he recalled today’s event which bought serene smile on his face, with the thought of them he gave up to dark clouds and fell asleep
