Unexpurgated Love. Part Real. Part Imagination. #1

As her beautiful hair danced along with the cool wind, surprisingly emanating from the old vintage ceiling fan, I could only help but wonder how I ended up here. How did the dots meet?

Resting my head on her lap and lying down, she gazed straight into my eyes. Those gorgeous eyes had a smile of their own. Her lips were wearing a lovely smile too, the type only she could come up with.

She was my world. "I love you" is the only thing I could muster, even though I wanted to say so much more. She laughed. And then we kissed.

Location: Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

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