"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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"I love her!! I love my Shri!! "
Kartik exclaimed as he stood amidst the paintings, his hand ruffling his hair. His face was radiating the glow of his newly discovered, his first love. As a subtle smile covered his face. His one hand on his waist, as he ran down his other hand over his face, gently massaging his entire face, his eyes, his ears, as he felt the heat radiating from them.
The wave of realisation and acceptance had washed over his entire body as the anticipation of future danced with his soul. He twirled himself doing a little of his break dance. It was too much of happiness for him to contain. His Shri. Yeah. The feeling of first love, the innocence and the beauty of it. He was experiencing it all. He was experiencing it in the most beautiful way for real.
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"I love her!! I love my Shri!!! "
I exclaimed. I shouted it out loud, as I smiled, rather laughed with tears flowing from my eyes.
I ranked my hand through my hair. I love my Shri. Yeah. I do. Crazily. Madly.
I stood there in between her paintings, my eyes, glowing, my smile widening on its own, blush covering my cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating from my ears.
I danced a bit as I walked out of the room, in the main hall. I just failed to understand what to do and what not to. I wanted to dance and sing and exclaim it to the whole damn world.
I played a song on my phone, as I picked up the hand towel that I had thrown on the bean bag earlier. As the notes of the song began ringing in the room, I danced with the hand towel. Crazy as it may sound. I loved it. I laughed through it.
I love my Shri! Yeahhh! I love My Shri!
Finally, after nearly four- five songs down, I finally fell, naah sat on the floor, running my hand in my hair, I smiled. This felt beautiful. So beautiful.
I opened her picture, on my phone.
"Shri, I love you. So damn much. So much that it makes me want to cry while laughing with you along.
