After the interview finished. I could sense her eyes on me. Her eyelashes, long lusty making her whole appearance celestial.
And she blinks.
Who is dead? I am.
After 20 years, I am the victim.
And My wild lioness you are the culprit.
No one has the power to kill me.
Her eyes has.
Her lips has.
Her everything has.She closes her eyes for a moment. Maybe being intimated by our eye war.
For the first time in my life i am grateful to my parents.
For giving me the opportunity of sitting here?
Nahh. I would be still here.
I would be forever indebted to them for these blue eyes. Which made her nervous. Which have that effect on her.
Opening her eyes, her eyelashes parted once again only to add depth to her stare. For a brief moment I felt like being naked under her gaze.
Uff mera dil ek din mei itta ni jhel skta.
She soon stood up and started going to the exit of auditorium.
Does she really thinks that it is that easy to escape after creating a havoc in every single blood cell of mine.
It's not going to happen L'vitsa.
She disappeared after crossing the gate.
The only reason of me tolerating them has exited. So why should I waste my time here.
"Thank you sir for answering our questions"
I could here a few of them but paid no attention to them.
Aap logo ko apne sawalo ke jawab milgye hai toh ab hum bhi apne sawalo ke jawab jan lete hai.
Cuz why not?
I need to find her. What is this restlessness that I am feeling. She is just a girl.
No. No. No.
She is anything but not just a girl.
And her back came in my view.
Its going to be fun.
Pretty much.
She was walking forward. But I took a right turn and on entering another hallway with the maximum speed I could ever reach, I covered the distance to the exit.
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