𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“You're making an irreplaceable place in my heart”
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Kairav never knew that his embrace could give someone the warmth, that he'd be able to stop someone crying. It never happened before, neither with his sister nor anyone around him.
Either he'd scold them to stop crying...or just dump the responsibility on someone else.
Yet, it was again an unexpected act with her, only with her, only for her.
The day ended, Krishna was born, guests went to their homes, the sun set down allowing the moon to enhance the world, solacing the earth, and the people here to Nestle themselves into deep deserving slumber.
But sleep was far away from Kairav's eyes, his lashes weren't blinking, not carrying the weight of slumber, not indicating him to sleep. He'd blame his condition on his mind.
His mind has control of him, his heartbeat accelerates under the influence of her presence, his sleeping sense awake sensing her fragrance. He goes crazy around her, he's getting crazy for her and the irony is, he knows that.
A tired exhausted sigh passed his lips, as he leaned his body backwards supported by hands, dropping his head as well causing his long hair to dance with the flow of the shying breeze. His brown eyes stare at the ceiling, blinking occasionally.
Mind calling him drunk but he can picture her eyes, a translucent reflection of her almond-shaped eyes, thick curled lashes curtain, not veiling her forest green eyes.
Kairav gulped, rubbing his own eyes trying to fade the image, but again, his room's white ceiling was becoming the canvas whereas her beautiful orbs were becoming an art there, a beautiful mesmerising art.
He lay down diagonally on the bed, locking his strong hands behind his head, a smile gracing his lips, quirky, mischievous and lazy. His eyes shut down in the process, rhythmically heart beating as he hums some random romantic song tune.
"Ishqi!" Her nickname rolled out so smoothly, his voice barely above a whisper, the sound obscured but not a figment of imagination. As if, he doesn't want anyone to come across her nickname that is given by him, not even the walls or breeze.
She is his friend, his girl and only he has the right to call her dearly by endearment.
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It was early morning, a soft glow falling on the land, birds chirping, ethereal sunrise enhancing the sky, and people doing their daily morning walk, allowing the fresh morning to soothe them.
