𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“The road is long, we carry on ”
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K A I R A V
"Mumma!"
My prettiest woman turned, the grace she carries always manages to take my breath away. Never in my life I thought I'd ever find someone else as pretty as my mother but then Mishka decided to make her entry.
While my love for my mother has always been platonic, admiration, adoration and devotion— just like a child, Mishka came out as another aspect of the love.
Love has always been a cataclysmic feeling for me. I believe that feelings are always temporary and love is just a feeling, the things that make this feeling outstanding is determination, dedication and daunting discipline. We don't feel hatred, anger, sadness, jealousy and all other feelings with passion. They're fleeting, staying for the time being.
But if we're passionate, love stays forever.
Love is unavoidably dependent. It needs reciprocity but at the same time, one can love the other without expecting in return.
I wonder if that kind of love does even exist. I can't even imagine loving Mishka without not getting even a fragment in return.
She shows me the love which I've seen growing up, whether it's my parents, or grandparents, I've always seen them loving each other in a way as if that's where their beginning and end lies.
I thought, maybe I'd never come out as lucky as this elder generation, but my Ishqi proved me wrong. That green eye beauty made me fall for her harder, like a leaf falling for the soil.
I've heard people saying; boys find the reflection of their mothers in the woman they love. I'm dealing with that situation.
Just like my mother, Mishka carries the same innocence, boldness, confidence, grace, kindness and fearless nature.
A snap of fingers on my face startled me, bursting the bubble filled of my girl.
Mumma raises a suspicious brow, her expressions demanding for the penny of my zoning out. I rub the back of my neck, feeling the heat crawling up on my skin.
"I still can't find the reason why you've been sitting on my bed from the past fifteen minutes and smiling like a fool in yourself."
I bite my lips, sparing a shy glance at her not knowing how should I ask, while she stood straight, her hands crossed.
