Unexpurgated love. Part Real. Part Imagination. #3

She sat there near the bedside table, swaying on the wooden chair that made a creaking noise every time she moved. The room was dark, barring the night lamp which illuminated the old notebook on the table.

As she scribbled through and painted its pages in her beautiful handwriting, he silently moved right behind her and slowly whispered her name in her ear. She had known that he was in the room much before he spoke. She always did, almost recognizing him from his heartbeats.

He kissed her gently at the back of her neck. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and smiled. And then the clock stopped ticking. There was nothing else going on in the universe. Just the two of them. Lost in each other.

Location: Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

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