Her room was also empty... but her cloth were lying on the bed... before he could comprehend the situation... washroom door opened and geet came out with towel wrapped around her...
He was so stunned at the sight that he forgot to blink...his mind was again losing its righteous state...it was immensely difficult for him to control his feelings around her when she was fully covered...But now she was there only in towel and her wet hair scattered around her angelic face... water dripping from them... Few drops on her face...she was innocent yet dangerous seductress... yes seductress... she was a seductress descended from his personal heaven to lure him into another world... to arouse him to commit sin he wanted to abstain from...
What is will of destiny...? why every time they are in situation where their longing and desires overcomes their sanity...
She froze when she saw him staring her...she got rooted to her place... She thought to shout but who would listen her...she thought to run but knew she cant even out run him...she felt his peering gaze...she tried not to look in his eyes...but it was essential to know what was going in his mind so she looked up... but the moment their eyes met...she also lost her train of thoughts...she was also hypnotized by his intense gaze...they felt as if their souls were talking, their eyes were talking...demanding the same thing...
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.
(1564 - 1616), Romeo and Juliet, Act I, sc. 4
He didn't believe in love for him he was master of his own destiny
He achieved what ever he wanted... if it was not in his fate...then God has to rewrite the fate... but no one has control over destiny or heart... he didn't realized until he met her..
She thought love never existed...failing to realize that love is merely a word until you come along someone who gives it meaning..
That heart has reasons that reason does not understand
That love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late
That there is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not
