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He danced for the world,
She chose dancing for him.
He moved on the beats of music,
She moved on the rhythm of his heart.
He...
That one stage of our life, which we have been waiting for days to come, when it arrives, how giddy all our senses feel. The feeling of nervousness that errupts in the entire body is simply unconvincing because all one needs in that moment is to accomplish their task and know the results. It's a natural instinct of life that when one sets their goal on something then unless they aren't achieved until then one can't rest in peace. Call it a nature or habit, but when the mind is in constant fight with the heart, then the intuitions of the mind always wins at times not because the heart is in the denial phase but due to the rational thinking of the brain which practically starts thinking all the consequences of the actions that are bound to happen at the next steps. But that's for certain that when the plan has begun, don't back off instead move forth to witness the victory because it is definitely yours, when you are aware that you are supporting the truth.
Aayush stood behind Raisha as she was draping her Golden designer saree infront of the large mirror of their room. Her attention was engrossed in making the pleats of the saree while he was buttoning up his white linen shirt with his mind continuously rolling on the game he was going to end by the end of the day. Seeing her so lost in the piece of fabric, he decided to ease her a little in his famous Aayush Style.
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"Shit!" He cursed purposely breaking the button, gaining her attention. She saw him in the mirror, as he showed her the button with a sheepish smile on his lips and she gave him a glare, knowing full well that he did it purposely.
"Moonlight, please sew it". She turned around, with an irritated look and he pouted his lips which melted her immediately and without wasting another second, she took out the needle and thread from the drawer, and stood right infront of him, making him smirk.
"Aayush, tell me now only how many buttons do you plan to break in the future? And how come your all buttons come out when we have to go out?" She asked teasingly and instead of relying her, he draped his both arms on her milky waist and pulled her closer to him. She raised her brows as she felt him caressing her skin on her waist.
"Well you see even the buttons of my shirt are addicted to our Romance so I can't help it but follow their order to hold their Manna from heaven in my arms as she sew them". He replied burying his head in the crook of her neck, peppering soft wet kisses.
"Stand straight, Mr. Romantic Husband or the needle will hurt you". She advised finding it hard to sew the button due to his romantic activity, but surely her lover boy was enjoying it too the core.
He pulled back with a smirk on his lips, and she gave him an amused look. "From your hands I am ready to even di.....," She placed her palm on his mouth, not even letting him continue the word, as tears brimmed her eyes. He gave her an apologetic look, realizing that he upset her as she looked down with a sad expression on her face.
"I am sorry". He apologized raising her chin by putting his index finger under it. She looked straight in his eyes, as he witnessed the big tears in her almond orbs which were pained.
