Close To My Love

Insanity

Music recommendation: Rangrasiya title song Lofi version

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As days passed, nights were a wagon of pain; injuries may heal with time, but marks of love remained. While tossing and turning to keep his mind straight, thoughts interrupted in bulk in his head and formed an enormous heap. The first memory of the temple was still scorching in his light beams. It was tearing him apart, breaking him, making him realize the darkness of his life in the dirty world. And now when he was trying to give it a voice, trying to speak his heart, he was losing the courage to even accept his feelings, ending it up. The turmoil in his emotions kept messing up his mind.

It was as intense as mountains or hills, ready to embrace every beautiful drop of liquid of rivers, to protect him from the backs of enemies of his self-dark soul. In this process, he is ready to harm her. The consequences of his feelings were well known to him. His obsession with being close to her made him willing to kill the world in a cruel way for her pain. On another part of the land, Pratiksha never felt out of the corner. She was busy according to her schedule, with training, studies, and work.

Today was the day both parties completed their project. And to surprise his Badi maa sa, Abhay was on his way to meet Diya. While the wheel rebelled on the asphalt road so did his heart. Passing through the Jaipur palace streets, on the way. He saw a perfect skilled shooter- perhaps a woman, firing a rifle in the standing offhand prone position. He inspected further to find fifteen armed people clashing with a woman with eight of them already counting their last breaths. His mind wandered toward helping her, with the thought it might be a matter going on in the Rajputana. His feet worked on break, halting his Mercedes at the side. His pace was quick to the mob, when he took hold of a neck in a loop from behind, busy in a plan. Ending up fighting taking the steadiest, he was astonished to see a petite framed woman fighting with left-arm-offhand trained skills. Amazed by her dexterity, he stepped ahead after the breath with the display of un-alive bodies, to praise her.

But at the stroke, she doffed her golden-yellow scarf away, his eyes widened to see Pratiksha. She frailed her long tresses to get rid of dust and sand grim designated on her head along with her white turtleneck Kurti. Those lustrous silk black locks spelled out the magic to make one victim of all the torments. As they swayed reposefully in the zephyr of Rajasthan, which for him was becoming sweltering hot.

But the moment he saw the arch of gush in her flesh, he lost his sanity. Those eyes, those eyes could ask him to die and he would be at the cliff with no ounce of regret. He felt like he would die. God damn, her dusky skin tone defines beauty. It was like touch diffused in every intoxication of the world, all addictive felt by winds of naivety, yet so calm. Those eyes knew how to cast spells, embed saffron dawn, and make her lover all insane. His chest became all suffocating, air exhaled, seeping through his every vein. For him today's moon had no scars, it came today in the stairs of constellations in her face, the face which looked like all the lanterns lit up, like Diwali of Ayodhya or Christmas in Paris dangling with reflection of light. But when that unwavering gaze landed on her injury, he lost it. Instead of handling it gently, he kept staring at her red seeping edge in pregnant silence. It was strange for her to notice his unwavering gaze. She had barely taken a step when a memory of him and his high-boot ego did not bend in front of the Supreme Lord souvenir. He was a mysterious person, who very well knew how to mask all the emotion and maintain the same persona.  Gaining all of her courage, holding her breath with bravery, she spoke in a timid voice. But the smoldering gaze intact to her was too heavy to weigh, causing the bane.

"Abhay sa aap yaha kuch kaam tha aapko jo aap dushmano ke gharana padhare!" The feminine mocking voice reached his aural.

Translation; Abhay, you are here. What was the special reason you stood in the kingdom of rivals?