if anyone asks me about the moon or stars, I would say His Eyes
I didn't realise how important she was to me until she was gone.
I got lost in the eyes, which were never mine; I got lost in the smile, which made me lose mine; and at last, I had to p...
[Morning light filters into the kitchen as Sitara prepares breakfast. Gagan, after helping with the cleanup, turns to Sitara with a determined expression.]
Gagan: (enthusiastically) Sitara, let me drop Abhay at school today. You get ready while I take him. We can go to work together afterward.
Sitara: (smiling) Alright, Gagan. Just be careful with Abhay. He can be quite the handful.
Gagan: (grinning) Don't worry. I've got this.
[Gagan heads off with Abhay, who is chattering excitedly about his day at school. Sitara, meanwhile, heads to her room to get ready.]
[After a short while, Gagan returns from dropping Abhay off. He walks into the house and is immediately struck by Sitara's appearance. She is dressed in a stunning saree, radiating elegance and grace. Gagan's eyes widen in admiration.]
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Gagan: (stunned) Sitara, you look... breathtaking.
[Gagan walks up to Sitara, his gaze locked on her as he gently places his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He looks deeply into her eyes, a mix of awe and affection in his expression.]
Gagan: (softly) You wore this saree for me, didn't you?
Sitara: (raising an eyebrow) Actually, no. Today is Friday, and I always wear sarees on Fridays. It's a tradition.
Gagan: (smiling) Well, it's a beautiful tradition. You look even more stunning than usual.
Sitara: (blushing) Thank you, Gagan.
[Gagan's gaze lingers on Sitara, clearly unable to take his eyes off her. The moment is intimate, charged with unspoken emotions. Sitara, slightly embarrassed but pleased, gently pushes him away with a playful smile.]
Sitara: (teasingly) Come on, we need to get going. We have work to do.
Gagan: (reluctantly) Right. Let's go.
[Sitara and Gagan are on their way to work. Sitara is driving a scooter, while Gagan sits behind her. The morning sun casts a warm glow over the village as they navigate through the roads.]
[Gagan, sitting behind Sitara, has his hands resting on her waist. He leans in slightly, taking in the scent of her hair and smiling contentedly. Sitara, feeling his proximity, becomes noticeably uncomfortable.]
Sitara: (looking over her shoulder) Gagan, what are you doing?
Gagan: (grinningly) Just enjoying the ride. You smell nice, Sitara.
Sitara: (blushing and feeling awkward) Gagan, you need to take your hand off my waist. It's making me uncomfortable.
Gagan: (pouting) But, Sitara, I'm scared of riding the scooter. I'm used to traveling in cars. It's safer for me to hold on to you.
