He was a kid when he first saw her; he did not much realize the beauty of her until she became his lady one day. As years passed by, she transformed into a beautiful angel and the boy into a handsome man. While everyone watched her movements in awe; she waited eagerly for her man to seize the heart away. She was the princess of the plateau and everyone who met gaze with her skipped their heart-beats in admiration while she stood smiling in reminisces of thoughts of her beloved love. She stood out angelic amidst the country of Gods.
As it rained beautifully outside; the day she had dreamt of being together with the love of her life had finally arrived. She stood by the window evoking the euphoric moments she had spent with her man; she recalled the way he had ran his fingers over her curvaceous body; his moist eyes that sparkled admiring every inch of her gorgeously with an everlasting curve on his lips as she waited for him.
She was in trance; as she opened her eyes, she noticed him standing just a foot away admiring her exquisiteness. The world stood amazingly still with the music of just two art-beats playing rythimically and waiting to unite in bliss.
As the jourey started, the earth disguised herself into a lovely green bed of love; while the sky showered flowers in the form of rain, the duo danced to the tunes of thunder and the path unfolded by itself as the lightning kissed the sky romantically. It was just him and her; as she stood like an angel with her dusky skin shining – he sat speechless admiring the beauty of her – he discovered that she is his SOUL; – She is “ELIANA” – “The love of "HiS" Life”.
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2 comments:
Your Article connects so easily with self,
It take the reader into your world !!
Thanks Yogesh :)
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