The hunt

The twinkling of stars above and below. He reached for her hand in that moment of serenity.Heart pounding, millions of questions popping up like a hideous devil making his palm sweat cold. She tilted her head in a way that made him catch his breath mid way. 

She leaned towards him and whispered into his ear ” Only if you will get me a firefly will i be yours.”

Walking ahead he realized that a lion’s paw wasn’t meant for such hunts.



It was easy to make love to a body , but to rip apart her cloth like tears and to caress every part of her eyelid with the blink of his lashes. the kohl of her eyes smugged like scattered cloths on floor. their hearts skipped a beat for a nano second before beating with the speed of a roller coaster. that afternoon his enchanted dark brown eyes took everything that her hazel had to offer.

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