"What is the love language for you?" The host asked "The language only eyes know." I replied. "Those black eyes are traitor. They do both captive me and cherish me". She thought. "Today after so many years I felt alive . Those eyes make my breath hitched and my heart that damn organ beat so hard". I thought. "Will I ever able to love someone again." That thought terrified me love now terrifies me. His eyes terrifies me. "His eyes hold so many emotions together. His eyes are ocean of emotions calm from surface but the depth is immeasurable. And I'm drowning every second I look into his eyes." "I controlled my body, my mind for so long but now I am loosing my sanity. Everytime I look into those honey brown eyes it feels like she is shattering something and rebuilding it at the same time." "I always thought that what is so special in eyes they are normal and simple. But now I am realising why poets write so many poems on eyes. Because those eyes of my beloved will be my death someday." "His eyes makes me feel seen. Though he tries very hard to hide his feelings but I can see that in his eyes." So come let's dive into the stories of eyes those speak more than any words ever can do.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.