She is the Melody of the Heart
which Soul yearns to play in a loop
Again and Again
She is a drop of the first rain
The Petrichor
after the prolonged drought,
inducing composure to Earth's longing
Again and Again
She is the ocean
when tried to deplete with ill,
give rise to maims over the flesh,
The T-sunami
that destructs if messed up
Again and Again
She is the elixir of Life,
Arising the dawn of saffron sentiments.
My serenity of Life,
penetrating tranquillity in the soul
Again and Again
She is the petal of a blossom
I earned the chance to insure
Again and Again
She is the epitome of my life,
Justification of Anirudh's Existence
Again and Again
She is My Bondita
Again and Again
and FOREVER.
The city-wedded bird pair sauntered through the fringe of glorious moonlight. Aniruddh laid down the pen over the diary in which he was composing some depthful phrases. The demure breeze creased his rosy cheek, emanating fervent quivers of chills down his spine.
He leaned back, closing his eyes over the study chair.
The whole Haveli was empty, as the residents were off to attend a wedding in Kolkata, unaware of the ethereal union about to take place in their house.
A faint aroma of rose and sandalwood, mixing in the flowing air, occupied his nostrils with the delicacy of coffee. Jingles of Payel (anklets) rang through his ears, increasing the pace of his heartbeats. He gulped and yanked a book to cover his face, hiding his smile with fake sternness.
Aniruddh Roy Chowdhury was a goner, unaware that love and plaster can't be left hidden for long.
Bondita stood with a shy grin on her face, staring at her husband with all the love in the world she had. The infinite depths of love she had for Him. Her eyes wooed his white waistcoat over his yellow shirt, raking through his strong arms that always held her as their most precise possession.
However, she frowned, keeping the coffee mug on the table, placing her hands on her hips, and scowling at him. Oops! Not him, actually, but more at his books - her Sautan (rival) . The books she had grown jealous of from childhood to adulthood. She glared at them furiously before storming towards the door.
Aniruddh furrowed behind the book. With the fading noise of anklets, his frown deepened when Bondita teased him, saying, "Is there a new trend of reading Ulti Kitab, Pati Babu?" She walked out, leaving him yearning for one glimpse of her.
The book slipped from his hand in awe, his lips parted as he noticed the edge of her pink cotton saree. Her luscious raven hair, curled from the bottom, swayed through the end, rendering erratic palpitation in his heart.
Had she worn this saree today?
No one was at home!
Heck, what if she read his words?
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The Pages of Journey | Anidita
Fanfiction"Her eyes are deep, filled with mischieve. When she laughs, her nose wrinks. Their is bright glow in her face, Glow of purity, of adority, That make me fall for her even more" ~Aniruddh _____ "He...
