Her hands touched his soft neck, till her thumbs were mingled across his chest. She breathed heavily causing her to snuggle into his chest. All she could hear was the drumming of his heart, it was causing her eyelids feel heavy. She heard scattering footsteps, coming closer towards her. Her palm had been enclosed with a soft touch reaching out to her. The touch was so blissful that she couldn't remember what happened next.
Geet found herself in a whirlwind the next morning. Her head was aching and the sunlight was scorching her eyes. She woke up to see her disgruntled reflection in the mirror. Her clothing had been removed and switched with a white cotton shirt. How could she not remember what happened? Who was she with? As she turned to get out of her bed, her leg rubbed against a red rose, with a tiny note. She abruptly searched for clues but none could be found. She scanned through the poem...
Your eyes are like the twinkling stars
Your lips are read as the rose
Your fragrance, so intoxicating brightens my day
Your the angel sent for me from above
I hope you remember yesterday as I do
Forever yours xxx❤️
Her thoughts were interrupted by the piercing alarm. OH CRAP!!!!! Late once again, what is happening to me. Geet quickly showered and dressed in a white flowing dress. She had not time to make herself look pretty and why would she, its only that rude maan. Why did she care what he thinks?
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