Pratham handed Radha a latte while she was wrapped in her blanket on the bed. It was a cold morning and that's exactly what she needed. Even before a word tumbled out of her, he had given her what she loved.
Pratham asked Radha , "Do you love Shayan?" She kept staring at him for a minute. "What made you feel that?!" , she asked, stunned.
"Your eyes sparkle while talking to him. Our hug throbs when you come home, after meeting him. You seem lost in gazals more than ever before. Your paintings have assumed a warmer glow. "
He held her and said," I know what your heart feels like up close. We don't have to continue out of obligation. However, I am not like sands of time. I would not slip out to never be back."
Tears rolled down her reddened face. With moist eyes, he had already packed his bags and was ready to leave.
Keeping a sandwich and his lake painting by her side, he waved her good bye.
Pratham asked Radha , "Do you love Shayan?" She kept staring at him for a minute. "What made you feel that?!" , she asked, stunned.
"Your eyes sparkle while talking to him. Our hug throbs when you come home, after meeting him. You seem lost in gazals more than ever before. Your paintings have assumed a warmer glow. "
He held her and said," I know what your heart feels like up close. We don't have to continue out of obligation. However, I am not like sands of time. I would not slip out to never be back."
Tears rolled down her reddened face. With moist eyes, he had already packed his bags and was ready to leave.
Keeping a sandwich and his lake painting by her side, he waved her good bye.
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