it calls to me,
the redness of the sindoor.
it whispers so secretly.
it glows as though it is
basking in its darkness,
redness,
colour.
the way love,
once fallen,
you drown.
it calls to me,
the dupatta,
the beads embroidered onto
the gold of net,
the way memories once made,
never fade.
the sparkle of jewels,
the beauty, the patterns
as though a map
to a secret garden
filled with treasures of the world.
it calls to me,
the way lovers look at each other,
slyly, shyly, adoringly, lustfully.
hands brushing,
hearts pounding,
it calls to me.
sindoor,
he drags his fingers softly on her forehead. her eyelids flutter, nervousness or desire?
it doesn't matter,
her eyes now look into his,
her eyes, her eyes, his eyes have found her,
and her eyes have saved him.
it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, but he can't help it, his own lips betray him this time,
turning into the most beautiful smile she's ever seen.
her eyes drink in the sight, finally... forever, seven lives over.
his heart pounds loudly in his ears,
it doesn't matter...
oh, but it does, it does.
qubool hai,
he proclaims, loud and clear. his own heart, already at the mercy of the woman in front of him.
her voice floats, softly, the same words uttered back.
ya khuda, if he were to die, those were the words he wanted to hear over and over.
the dupatta falls,
her eyes find his
bright, brown, bold,
beautiful.
she bites her lip at the thought,
finally, finally.
her own lips betray her as the most beautiful smile appears at the sight
of him sitting across her.
and alas,
his heart has found a home.
and her smile,
him.
it calls to me,
it calls to me,
and all it ever does,
is speak your name.
Rithaa Majeed
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Pendulum
RomanceFirdaus is about to get married off to a man she has never met. When she finally does wrap her head around the fact that she would have to live with him forever, someone else steps in. Noor. He claims that she is his long lost love reincarnated - bu...
