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...
I want to express my emotions, I just don't know how to.
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He couldn't fathom when his waiting turned into a quiet moment of admiration; it seemed as natural as the unfolding of events in his life.
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Bondita glanced at his demure demeanour, so still and engrossed in their own serene world.
He with his baby hair falling on his eyes, his composed posture as he read the book in his hand, his onyx eyes lingering on each word etched on the paper as if reading the contours of the world of words, his chiselled face with a sharp jawline as if the contours of a royal palace rendered a freaking zoo in her stomach.
His puffed, taut chest rose and sank with every breath he took, every move he made, and that damn gorgeous smile—just a tiny quirk on his lips.
They all rendered somersaults in her stomach, making her heart thud hard against her chest.
Could someone look so beautiful while doing as little as possible thing for survival—just breathing and reading those unknown contours of the book?
Yes, a freaking yes.
Her Birristera Babu, Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, could do that effortlessly and efficiently.
The man who's perfection in itself.
Her smiles had no pause, and she couldn't hide the blush creeping over her cheeks. These vivid scenarios captivated her mind and soul over and over again.
Is this what it feels like to be in love? Then she is very much in love. Drowning and just drowning until he catches her, only to drown with her.
She slowly removed the IV attached to her hand, stepping on the ground with great effort, limping on her leg to walk to him as he dropped the book to the ottoman to look at her worriedly, rising from his seat.
She was quick to clasp her hand on his shoulder, dropping him back in the seat, her entire weight on her arm, her hip bending, pushing him down in his seat.
Their eyes locked, as if unveiling her unknown desires, screaming the unspoken from the depths of her heart. But she was naive, unknown how to convey her overwhelming feeling and love.
He unhurriedly cupped her knuckles over his shoulder, his gaze fixated on her face.
Her hands, a mind of their own, she let go of his grip as her hand cupped his cheek, grazing them with newfound sentiments.
He raised his brows in question.
She shook her head, the smile never leaving her face.
His face slowly became bigger as her face leaned towards his. As she looked down at his lips, her gaze flickered between his eyes and lips.
