Let's go, discover.
A beautiful place of You and I.†.†.†.†.†
I took a shuddering breath in. I ran my hands through my hair and gave out a shaky breath.
I checked one last time. The lights of his room were switched off.
11.54 PM, the digital clock showed in red. It just makes my heart pump faster.
Even if he wasn't home, he would keep the lights on.
The fan slows down and reducing it's pace, it stops. I look out of the window and the whole neighborhood is gulfed into darkness.
Power cut?
At this time?
My phone screen buzzes non stop.
I know what is that.
I don't want to see it now.
Right now, I want Darshan.
The moon is the only source of light.
Creamy white in a shade bluer than black. I wonder, if this is an art or co-incidence.
I have seen this shine somewhere. This beauty isn't unknown to me.
I feel a pair of arms around my eyes.
I recognize them.
Soft, gentle and strong. They are firm and gentle, at the same time.
“D.. Darshan?”, I choke out.
His lips brush my earlobe as he whispers, “Happy Birthday, love”
My heart is break dancing right now.
He gently leaves me and I struggle not to melt down into a puddle.
“Where were you? The lights of your room were off and it... It scared me”, I say.
It has been two years now that we have started dating.
He chuckled softly.
“Sorry, about that. I wasn't home since morning”, he smiled.
He smelt of fresh lemon and mint.
I hugged him, quite close.
I had bugged him to go see a therapist after the most depressing episode of his life. It was the least I could do. And, I started loving him too. That was what I had wanted all this time.
He broke the hug and looked deeped into my eyes.
That's right.
The beauty of the night, that I had been searching for sometime now was something that his eyes held.
People compare eyes to the ocean and stars.

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As pink as white (COMPLETED ✔)
FanfictionHi. I am Shivangi Joshi. I thought life was supposed to be the best of it. No matter the twists and turns, it was supposed to give the best experience one could ever have. I don't believe in fairytales. But, the ones that are told, are itself a brea...