"Once you adored the veil..learn to keep your eyes down for centuries woman in this country have been duped and this con is know as A respectful girl"
वो नारी है , लहरों सी
वो पैर छूना जानती है
तो कश्ती डुबाना भी !! ✨
Journey of 18 year old lad...
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Her eyes, familiar with her expression tip toed and attempted to be calm, not tumbling with caress of shyness. Her long eyelashes resembling the wings of finest butterflies struggled not to fluttered. With intermittently steps, they halted and simultaneously her heart failed to caught a beat.
With cautious moves, her glances attempt to stole information about his facial designation. Glassy forehead that is admired with sheen of glory, broad eyebrow epitome of symmetrical shape and appeared as if someone painted them with spotless yet spellbinding moonless night shade. Before she could store any drop of his charms in her eyes, An outside noise travelled inside, parting their coupled moment.
Shubhankar was the one who performed "be on toes" action, In flicker of next move, Mrinalini followed the same as being in inertia for a considerate point. Her steps delivered as unkempt and she lost her balance and predicated that floor will kiss her anytime, declining the offer of her predicament, Fate morphing its taste by making her felt firmly contact on her waist.
A stark contrast to her soft skin certainly it was rough, bold and with favour of uncanny twinkles. It seems that slight pressure of it will contribute in plethora of harm. Shubhankar couldn't slipped his upcoming gesture in his brain as it has already taken place in reality.
And if they have thought that now nothing could be added in this episode to make it more unpredictable then following moment, Strokes of raang has already painted their skin. It seems as if colour itself blessed their shared moment, Showering of gulaal with petals of flowers unfolded such picturesque sight. Shubhankar respected her privacy and step back, and glanced down at his kurta which was now soaked in colour. Mrinalini failed to handle the moment of her hands, as the accidental touch of her dropped the vessel of raang.
Shubhankar moved outside as it was more than enough for him and whispered a short apology. His eyes lingered on his arm which was sneaked around his wife's waist few minutes ago and unwillingly he has to accept that she got softer texture than him.
Paying mind to her suspended task, Mrinalini adjusted gracefully her ghoonghat and ventured out. Maybe it was euphoric day for all however couldn't say the same for Mrinalini. She felt burned out after welcoming the demand of everyone as while some were asking for a plate of some dishes while some were asking glass of thandai.
Their single word made her feet chased the entire home, not just only few times. And in return all she receiving was just glances of unhappiness and words of tantrum. As she couldn't meet their demand on exact time. Her drowsy eyes wanted to just dozed off, she couldn't because people will say that "Her virtues don't match with the tag of elder daughter in law"
Puffs of breath released from her lips and temptation of lifting her saree and suck the fresh air echoed in her.
She heaved and then out of blue, she felt the soft yet small touch of someone and automatically her fingers curled around it. she was on the same height as of her little man and asked him, any business she should be concern about. He moved his head in denial and stated as matter of fact
