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Winter night
Half past twelve
Snow falling along with water droplets from heaven
They danced, danced perfectly hand in, a match couple made in heaven, graced by god's own hands.
Rythemed moves, making a pleasant musical of their own. His hands on her waist, holding her close to his heart. Her hand holding on to his shoulder, supporting him up. Their other hand interconnected, fitting into each other like broken pieces of the same necklace.
Eyes set on eachother. Lost in admiration, crazy in love, red with passion, cheeks pink with blush and glow, lips wet with precipitation. Bodies soaked with spine chilling water. Snowflakes stuck in hair. The temperature was freezing, hovering around zero.
Amidst all this, they danced. They danced like there was no tomorrow, like it was their last night, like cherishing a few last moments together, enraptured in each other's company, unaware of this wordly Earth, dancing the royal dance carelessly. Dancing as if their life depended on it.
His shirt was still buttoned, her dress still zipped, hair still set and tie still fastened, heels still on and so was the watch. It seemed as if there were set to go out somewhere. A date maybe. The red long sleeved net halter dress with black pumps and black suit and formal pants with a red tie and polished shoes suggested the same story.
If there were so, supposed to go out; then what was it that made both of them stay in at night and dance away under the moon on a rainy winter night?
Maybe they had been where they had to and returned back. But then such perfectly fresh clothing? Maybe it was a quick comeback.
No doubt he was a handsome man, pleasing to the eyes, soothing it. No one could tell that he looked much older than the woman be was holding up to his heart, although he was. What should we call him? Magician?
Not everyone in our society excepts such love. But this stupid love, it's so dumb it doesn't check whether the age restrictions will permit it to be accepted by the so called honorable society. Mad love. Completely brainless! We should love with our brains you know. But then Foolish them, they loved with their hearts. Who does that in this twenty first century!? Lunatics.
You clearly know by now, that they didn't care at all. Not a single fuck to be given to this damned society barred by human education and social conditioning.
"Look! Such a desperate woman; ready to sleep with anyone!"
"What a playboy I must say!"
"Age is clearly no barrier for them"
"What did their parents teach them?! No manners, no shame. God save us from them"
Shitty lines said by shitty people who have the shittiest life full of shit.
Those words don't affect. Not a single bit.
They still kept on dancing, she spun like a blossoming rose while he watched with a faint smile, lips pressed.
He want perfect, had some flaws, some bad habits, some drawbacks. So did she. No one's God at the end of the day. The perfection we all look around lies all in the eyes of the admirer, it's just an illusion. They weren't perfect apart, but with each other, they were the best fitted, perfect. Perfect for each other. Perfect together.
It wasn't a need of roses for them either. How much you try, your life can never go on one track, it changes tracks and paths as the page of life keeps turning day by day. The thing that made them smile at the end of the day was being with each other, having each other's back, being able to share their individual pages, each and every word, cause at the end of the day the pages would unite. Stronger than ever, with no such Blade made to cut them apart.
The bond they shared; love kept them from falling apart. It's stronger than any other adhesive in this world.
Just Four letters, more than enough to explain a thousand relations and emotions.
With all that said,
It wasn't raining, nor was there snow and neither winter...
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A/N: Hope you got last part.
I don't know why I wrote this, maybe because suddenly a motivation to describe love and the orthodox society had crept on me.
Quite deep isn't it?
Haha I know it is.
But sachi mein winter he yaar. Thand toh jabarjast pardi he is bar. Not complaining, but *whohohhw*
That's the sound I'm making now😂
I'm cute,ain't I?🤗
