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.


Daily Prompt: Complicated

via Daily Prompt: Complicated

For the most complicated things tend to hold a certain gripping beauty towards them. have you seen the jigsaw puzzle? how beautifully the piece slide from one place to another and they keep on sliding until the puzzle is completed. that complicated thing when sorted gives a peace  of mind that an uncomplicated thing would never have. its not that simple things aren’t beautiful, its just the complicated things makes your mind stir and forces you to come up with a solution to make the most ugly situations turn beautiful. as it is , its not until you face a thunderstorm that you appreciate the beauty of a rainbow.



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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