𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬

...𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦...

Her eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
Her brain was trying hard to recall the every single detail conservation, she had with him but it was utterly impracticable.
Crushing the lips under teeth, her entire focus was centralized on the point where she shared her favorite place.

Golden yellowish rays underlining her facial curve making her confusion highlight more prominent.
Her wavy cinnamon tinted hair blowing with air.
Her white anarkali suit shimmered beautifying her slight cubby figure.
Brainstorming own memory center, some particular vocalization with him snapped in her.
Swirling on her own axis, she strode from open balcony to their room.

Flinging the door in hurry, she sprinted downstairs.
Her bare feet's tapped on marble stairs of the most stupendous sculpture in the Los Angles.
In midway, she perceived chirping sound from other side of balcony of second floor.
Rubbing the sweats from her forehead with lose end of her white dupatta, she walked towards sound.
Her hand clasped fingers of blue flickered iris and brown colore curly haired five year old her son.

“ Bunny, Where is your Dadda ?? ”

Her toddler looked little in displeasure as he thought someone disturbed his game with his cousins.
But beholding his mother kneeling in front him, he possessively wrapped his little chubby hands around her neck.

“ I don't know... ”

Snuggling his small head in her motherly embrace.
Though her little Bunny was extremely possessive for his mother and he hate his Dadda sometimes as he divided her attention in two but just like her, he was equally protective towards his father.
The little Bunny was exact replica of him.
He mimeographed his father's emotions, patience, intelligence.
She glumed little but nonetheless pulling him from her embosom.

“ Okay, Don't trubble Danny
and Diya... ”

Flashing his beautiful smile to her, Bunny went in search of his elder cousins.
Shaking her head at him, She again ran downstairs.

Running through big concrete pathway, her eyes were exploring through large gardens in search of him.
Her eyes stopped at convoy of cars which was ready to its journey, there was him, talking with his best friend, Oliver Martin.
She recognized that something angered him as his shoulders became rigid.
He flexed his arm as his black shirt hugged him like second skin and his tattoos of forearm darkened because of sunrays.

“ Ayeeee, Mr. Neanderthal. ”

Her vocals softened his raged posture, turning towards her, he glanced at her.
Crossing the bewitching fountain, she ran to him.
He held her close to him to stabilize her shaken self.

“ Take a deep breath, Ravi. ”

His deep baritone voice whispered near her ear.
Discerning their Sovrano and his Bellissma close, his all bodyguards bowed down in front of them.
Curiosity in her brown eyes intensified more when his ocean blue clashed with her.