loveseries#3
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Diya's eyes turned red with humiliation. Her doe eyes held the liquid of agony and her character assassination.
She looked at her husband, the king with a smile which spoke how he let her down.
"Diya wait!" K...
It was the warm evening of the early summer when Diya's chamber unfolded like an untold tale of love written in the language of sunlight and warm breezes. The air, heavy with the perfume of blooming flowers, becomes a sweet symphony that caresses the senses. Sunlit days are love letters penned by the sun, each word etched in golden rays that dance upon the landscape, turning every moment into a tender embrace.
As the sun ascends to its zenith, it paints the world with hues of warmth, a palette of passionate oranges, soft pinks, and hues of gold that weave curtains of romance across the sky. In the corner of the room, near the oriel window with just the right amount of light falling on her guiding the book she was reading with so much fascination.
The occasional smiles she gives and the radiating pink from her cheeks elaborate the tale of romance she is reading. The unheard gasps her mouth leaves and her lower lip tucked under her teeth whenever a surreal moment takes place is a slow, languid dance, inviting lovers to step into the embrace of its tender glow.
As her eyes rolled back, the story replaced the characters with Karthik and Diya taking her into the fantasy land. With trees standing as silent witnesses to whispered promises and meadows inviting couples to lose themselves in the embrace of tall grasses. Flowers, in full bloom, mirror the blossoming emotions of a summer romance, their vibrant colours reflecting the intensity of love.
The warmth of summer days becomes a metaphor for the fiery passion that simmers beneath the surface. It's a season where hands naturally find each other, where stolen glances linger a moment longer, and where the world seems to conspire to create the perfect setting for love to bloom.
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Diya slowly fell into the depths of her dreams while the soft hues turned into vibrant indigoes and midnight blues. Evenings under a canopy of stars transform into whispered confessions and stolen kisses. The night air, bathed in gentle warmth, becomes a shared secret between lovers, an intimate space where hearts beat in unison. Fireflies twinkle like a thousand love notes, and the world seems to slow down, allowing each stolen glance and every whispered word to linger in the air.
A beautiful smile graced Diya's lips as Karthik inched closer to her with a promise to cherish her with his life. The gentle breeze whispered secrets of love, intertwining with the tendrils of her imagination, where Karthik's laughter echoed like a melody. Beneath the celestial canopy, Diya's heart danced to the rhythm of a dream, where every stolen glance and fleeting touch became brushstrokes on the canvas of their shared affection.
Karthik opened the doors of his chamber and looked for his wife who was glowing under the silver ball like a beautiful Angel. He took his unstable self closer to her and bent enough to come closer to her face. The strong smell of alcohol ruined her romantic mood and she groaned opening her doe eyes and capturing his warm ones. His eyes looked warm, unlike the other days which held fury and hatred.
