Appearing in the world unclad and later concealing yourself, will it be easy for them to uncover the layers? When one forfeits hope, the other carries them; that's what love is. A saga that revolves around two individuals whose worlds revolve around...
She is becoming his addiction, replacing all his previous ones. The good for bad. Oh he isn't aware.
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The greenery of the scenery peeked through the house, caressed by a a gentle breeze. The orange scarf covered the earth's head.
Anirudh's eyes slowly opened, his chin lifting away from the top of Bondita's head, where he had nestled his face in her hair, savouring the sweet scent. He peered down at the young lady nestled in his arms with fluttering half-opened eyelids. His fingers combing through her long braid. A soft curve graced his lips. His hands, with a mind of their own, pulled her closer, and she quickly snuggled her face into his chest. His hand stroked her back with a soothing gentleness.
As he basked in the glorious warmth of the moment, the events of previous night ran like a film roll in his mind; his eyes snapped open. He gulped, looking down at her. He loosened his hold on her, retreating from her proximity.
This wasn't right.
It could never be.
He carefully lifted her face, twisted in reluctance, not getting enough of his warmth. That face rose up in mid-air, with his arm supporting the base of her neck. Her eyes were closed in serenity, lips pouting. She looked cute and ethereal at the same time. His gaze lingered on that face, drifting to her lips, then travelling back to the eyes. As he laid her head on the bed, he ended with a lingering kiss on her forehead.
Tugging the edges of the bed, his eyes not leaving her face, his heartless feet and mind drifted him away to the study. Only to pause over the pendulum: 1 hour 20 minutes, that's how long he slept cocooned in her arms. He instinctively reached out to the drawer, taking out the night pills, his addiction for almost two years, ever since he abandoned them. He couldn't make her one. No! He gritted his teeth. He hated his recklessness.
How many must he have to continue this game of push and pull?
Half an hour later, dressed in a crisp yellow shirt and black pants with suspenders, he headed towards the main door. His eyes paused at the transparent glass door of the study, where pillows were scattered, and utensils lay on the ground, a testament to his ministrations. He shook his head, gulped the guilt, and mentally noted clearing the mess he made in fury. He raked a troubled hand over his freshly showered hair.
A knock on the door bewitched him. Expecting Bondita's Doctor, he opened it to find a young British maiden dressed in a white maxi, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Yes?" he asked. When her eyes met his, she blinked twice, her gaze roaming up and down before settling on his face. Breath caught in her throat, a slow, coy smile spread across her lips. Anirudh raised a brow.
