You Are My Everything
I hope that someday, you will realize,
That I can see forever in your eyes,
"Oh come on yar, don't be a spoil sport now." Tia pulled Anika's hand, dragging her to the edge of swimming pool. "Tia, please." Anika requested Tia with a calm face to not force her for getting into swimming pool. "Arey come na, nothing will happen." Tia wasn't going to leave Anika so soon. Before Anika could protest more, they heard him.
"Tia don't." Shivaay held Anika by her shoulder while his other hand worked in order to free her hand from Tia's grip. Anika's face lightened with a smile on his arrival. Tia frowned with Shivaay's actions. "What is this Shivaay? Don't do this. We are here for our picnic, for having some fun and like always, she won't let you enjoy."
Tia's words snatched the smile crept on Anika's face. She instantly shivered as Tia's words rang in her mind again and again. Shivaay clenched his fist in anger. Closing his eyes in regret as her body went cold in his hold, he quickly made his grip firm on her but Anika couldn't stand there more. She removed his hand from her shoulder, "Shivaay let me go." She couldn't say more than that.
"No Anika." he resisted, trying to hold her. "Shivaay please." her soft plead filled with pain and only pain made his heart bled. He left her the moment he gazed into her agonized eyes. She simply walked away from there as fast as her legs could take her.
He stood there frozen. He had never felt so helpless. He had never felt so worse. "Leave her. Come on, let's enjoy." Tia said with a sigh as Anika left from there. He clenched his jaw, gritting teeth as his anger reached to the threshold. Tia's latest words did more damage to already worsen situation. Turning toward Tia, Shivaay roughly grabbed her by her arm, shouting, "How dare you? I asked, how dare you say that. Again? Didn't I make it clear earlier that never... ever mess up with her? Answer me dammit"
Tia was scared beyond anything seeing Shivaay's anger. She had never seen him so angry... not at-least with her. Earlier when he had brought up this topic, he was much calm.
"Shivaay... wo... wo," her words broke in between with the fear rising within her.
"I was so good to you because you are my sister, my cousin sister but now, you are forcing me to forget it. Just because you are my cousin, I don't give you the right to insult her. Why you only... I do not give any damn person any right to say any such thing to her. I do not allow anyone to hurt her in any way... not even myself." He let her know once again, with his words and the tone he used that he would not tolerate a single scratch on her, be it mentally or physically. Tia actually took some moments to register his exact meaning behind the words. Shivaay showing the amount of authority on Anika left Tia bewildered. The over-protectiveness of Shivaay for Anika made Tia to get lost in wondering the reason behind it. Anika was best friend of Shivaay from past nine years. Tia gave a second thought to the best friend' theory and within no time, she concluded remembering Shivaay's care, affection and protectiveness towards Anika and the way Shivaay was confronting her... his own sister for Anika that there was definitely something more than what was she seeing. This isn't just friendship. She smiled within her soul.
"What? What exactly problem you have with her? Why can't you just let her be the way she is? What happiness you get by hurting such an innocent and poor soul like her, haan? Look Tia, I have cleared this earlier also and I am saying this again so just listen and listen carefully. Stay away from Anika as much as you can. I am with her and I am not sacrificing my any happiness because my happiness lies within her. She is the sole reason of my happiness. She never asked me to accompany her, to be with her. It's me who did. I choose to be with her. Nothing is more important to me than her happiness. I can do anything for her one smile. Nothing hurts me more than her tears. I'll always shield her from all the odds. Got me? So you better think twice before saying anything to her, alright? Because now I won't think twice."
Tia was listening to him quietly. She rubbed her arm from where he had held her. A sudden guilt rushed inside him when he saw that and ended up saying, "Did I hurt you? I am sorry Tia. I never meant to." He felt really bad for having had done that, be it intentionally or unintentionally but he did and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He never wanted to hurt her. But Anika was his first most priority and whenever it came to her he just couldn't help being extra concerned.
"Its fine... That's nothing" Tia assured him. "And I won't say anything to her now onwards which will hurt her" Tia said, promised him. "Thanks Tia." He expressed a quick gratitude, giving a side hug to her and he left from there, in search of his Anika.
Shivaay walked, fast paced out of his farmhouse, looking for Anika. "Shivaay, where are you going?" he heard Pinky's voice from behind. "Anika ke paas" he answered turning towards her. He saw a sudden brightness shining in his Pinky's eyes on his mention of Anika.
Shivaay and his parents had come for a little trip to their farmhouse along with his cousins. At first, Shivaay denied for this trip for his ever so obvious reason, Anika. But the moment Pinky told him that she already had convinced Anika and she had agreed to join them on the trip, Shivaay too said yes happily.
"Why don't you tell her Shivaay?" Pinky asked, moving towards him.
"What mom?" he asked, shaking his head in questioning mode.
"You don't know?" Pinky revolved the question, of which they both probably knew the answer. He lowered his gaze being well aware of the point she was hitting at. Holding his face in her palms, she made him look at her, "Just go and tell her what she means to you. Go and confess your love to her. Go and make her aware about what importance she holds in your life. Go and let her know how much you love her."
Shivaay was taken aback for a moment when the never expressed emotions and never confessed love of his heart found vocal words through Pinky. He was slightly surprised on knowing his mother knew everything.
"Mom, no... wo actually..." he scattered his eyes around, unable to register what to reply to his mother. His mother simply put her hand over his shoulder providing him ultimate peace and relief. "Don't keep it more within you Shivaay. Just express your love for her and trust me, two lives will get more beautiful with this"
"I don't think so mom. She considers me as her best friend and that's it. I don't think she thinks of me that way and if she does not then she will feel that I betrayed her and as far as I know her, she'll simply walk out of my life mom and I can't afford that. And more to that, she'll punish herself for this and I really can't let that happen. So it's just okay. Really, it is. I'll stay by her side like this, always... as her friend" Shivaay said, with not a slightest line of complaint over his face. His love for her was unconditional. He never expected her to reciprocate what he felt for her. Instead, he was there to do everything for her which would make her happy. He was all okay until Anika was happy.
****
Love is the most unpredictable thing in the universe. You never know when it will embrace you. One moment you are living your life normally, everything is running fine just like usually it does but the next moment, you see someone has stepped in your life and apparently and in your heart without your consent and your life is changed, you are changed, forever. When that someone special makes an entry in your life, everything seems nothing but beautiful. You start looking at life like never before. A perspective towards everything changes in a blink of eye.
The very same happened with Shivaay. Anika's arrival in his life made his life more beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on according to him. He was 16 when he met her for the first time. His heart had skipped a beat seeing at the visibly innocently naive girl around 14, trying to help an old lady in crossing the road, by holding her with her tiny little hands. Instantly, in a sight he had felt immense pull towards that angel, a wave of pride rushing through his veins. He still wondered how someone could be so sacred, selfless even after being deprived of everything she deserved to get.
Those memories with her in the initial days was something he still loved remembering and it wouldn't be wrong to say that he had captured them in his heart and playing them over and over in his mind, gave him heart-warming pleasure. That memories were something, he would cherish for his entire life time. After that one indirect meet with her, he couldn't help looking for her the next days. When he encountered with the next day, his heart broke into millions of pieces watching her stepping inside an orphanage. That was when; he decided to show up to her. One day, she was sitting in a garden, staring at the kids playing with their parents. It must have reminded her of something because a fresh thin layer of tears gathered in her big hazel eyes but she was quick enough to not let them fall. May be because she wanted to be strong, just how she had been and according to her crying would have presented herself weak in front of others. Then someone would have come to console her and she hated sympathy.
"It's okay."
Her hands worked faster in cleaning her eyes, sensing someone's presence beside her, his voice sounded clear letting her know he was exactly right besides her. She chose to not turn. Only she knew what was going in her mind, but she refused to look who was the person.
Her eyes fixed at nothing particular, roaming everywhere in the garden from kids to their parents, guardians, flowers and everything else lowered in a moment when she felt someone's touch over her hand resting on the bench. It seemed to force her to finally look for the owner. She stared at him, confusion along with plenty of emotions locked in those hazel eyes, as if hiding numerous things from the world. But she had crystal eyes who failed to support her in hiding whatever she wanted to. Neither did he remove his hand, nor did he look away from her even for a fraction of moment.
"I am sorry. Do I know you?" her soft voice came like a melody to his ears. He didn't realize for a while that he kept gazing at her beautiful and angelic face, without answering her and she in return couldn't do anything except thinking about his identity. Nodding negatively, realizing he hadn't yet said anything, he spoke lovingly to her, "No, you don't. But I do. You are my friend." Her eyelids blinked several times, when she heard him. Friend? But she hadn't seen him earlier. Then how did she become his friend? A stream of questions flowed in her mind, answers to which she was clueless to find.
"Will you allow me to be your friend? Please?" he asked, softly, for her friendship. He found her, still staring at him, seeming slightly unsure about what he was asking for. Taking his hand off her, he forwarded it towards her, waiting for her response. Despite of every single thing which had clouded her mind like anything, she didn't realize when her hand slipped in his, lifting from the bench. It made his happiness to turn into ecstasy and that was visible with his smile reaching to his eyes. She didn't understand what it was about her, which pleased him so much, but that came as quite delightful fact to her. Though she didn't know him and he was nothing but a stranger for that little girl but even then, she felt somewhat better with him. He didn't seem to have any intentions of hurting her. Instead, for some unknown reasons, she could see a person within him, who wanted just to be with her, for her. And that day, without exchanging any words, their friendship started.
From that day, he used to accompany her in the same garden after their schools. At times, he found her very silent but he never did really force her to speak. Instead, he was there for her, with her as a silent supporter, who might knew what was bothering her but still chose to be quiet for sake of her, giving her own needed space and time. But he never left her alone, not even for a day. But it was one unusual day in those three years since they met, that he didn't show up. She waited and waited for him, till late night but it didn't result into anything. He didn't come.
That night, sitting in that garden, she realized one thing that he mattered to her. She wasn't upset or mad by not seeing him for the first time in three years but worry and concern for him took over her, to the extent that it landed her straight in his home.
She never had gone to his place but she knew his home... Oberoi Mansion. Because the orphanage, she stayed in, was owned by Mr. Shakti Singh Oberoi and Mrs. Pinky Shakti Singh Oberoi. She had even met them often when they visited the orphanage; they were one of the nicest and pure hearted people. Being very hesitant, she battled real hard with her own self for ringing the door bell. But the next moment, she saw the door getting opened and Mrs. Pinky Oberoi there, looking visibly tensed and anxious.
"Anika?" Pinky was surprised, would be an understatement looking at the girl clad in a simple light blue dress, standing in front of OM, clasping her hands but quickly welcomed her pulling her inside, softly with a smile, asking how did she come there. Before either of them could say anything, Shakti Singh Oberoi came in a rush. Pinky moved towards him, "Bring the doctor soon, please." In response, Shakti only cupped his wife's face nodding and immediately walked out.
"I don't know what should I do with Shivaay. He is so unwell and still he was insisting on going out. Doctor prescribed medicines and left. But I don't know what is so important to him more than himself that he got up and started going out. He fainted near the door and still is unconscious." The mother in Pinky was scaring for the life of her son, who seemed to least care about that, told Anika who stood there still, hearing Pinky.. Anika was too lost to say anything except, "Shivaay?" And that was when realization dawned upon Pinky about many things. Pinky had seen Anika and Shivaay many times with each other. Once on asking, Shivaay told Pinky about how he met her and about their friendship. Without saying anything further, Pinky took Anika to Shivaay's room. Gazing at Shivaay, who was lying unconscious on the bed, Anika's legs trembled a bit. Nothing was going unnoticed by Pinky. Asking Anika to stay with him for some time as she was going to make some Soup for him, Pinky left the room. Anika would have been surprised with Pinky if situation would have been any little different. But that time, she wasn't able to register anything except the unconscious Shivaay in front of her. Pinky's words played in her mind again,
I don't know what I should do with Shivaay. He is so unwell and still he was insisting on going out. Doctor prescribed medicines and left. But I don't know what is so important to him more than himself that he got up and started going out. He fainted near the door and still is unconscious.
In spite of being sick, he was coming to see her. That one thing was all, going inside her. Walking towards the bed, she sat there, besides him. Her palm reached out for his forehead, checking if he was fine. He still had mild fever. The moment, she caressed his forehead tenderly; his hand instantly caught her hand over his forehead. His eyes still closed, he seemed like had identified her touch because she heard him mumbling her name.
"Shivaay," her voice again did some magic because he was slowly regaining his consciousness. With quiet efforts, he finally opened his eyes blinking several times. Seeing her there, he instantly shifted in order to get up but she rested her palms on his shoulder pushing him back to the bed. Looking in her eyes, he tried to figure out if she was okay but for the first time, he failed to read those eyes.
"Why did you try getting out, even after being this sick?" she was mad at him, but still maintained her ever so calm tone.
"For you," he replied the next second she finished her question, without thinking twice. She couldn't avert her gaze from him even after wanting.
"Are you mad?" she asked again, shifting her eyes from him.
"For you," he repeated, leaving her stunned.
But when he saw something disturbing in her eyes again, he quickly ended up adding, "I am a very good friend. I was worried for my best friend. I can't live without seeing her." Giggling, winking, he smartly diverted the centre of attraction of the topic of the discussion. He had seen her, closing her eyes momentarily, breathing deep, sighing in relief and satisfaction. He yet failed to understand, what was that... which he saw in her eyes that time.
"I am fine, Anika." He held her hand gently, caressing it with his thumb, assuring her, trying to take off the worry he saw in her eyes. He hated seeing the tears which she was trying hard to hold back and even was successful in that attempt to some level but he held the capacity to look through her soul. He knew his condition had scared her but then again, there were few questions, of which, answers were yet to find. But he preferred not asking anything, which would leave her uncomfortable or anything of that sort.
Present...
A beautiful faint red shade, had embraced the sky. It has to be one of the most beautiful scenery of sunsets ever. The usually still water in the lake, today, had been waving continuously. A deep sound echoed as she threw another stone in the water.
He came to a halt, stopping at quite a distance before, catching her lone figure, sat on a large rock, her gaze fixed at the lake, her hands picking up the stones absent minded, and throwing them in water, occasionally.
Inhaling a breath, which he almost forgot being clouded with the worried thoughts for her, he walked up to her, with slow steps. Not uttering a word, he quietly slipped beside her. She still hadn't acknowledged his presence. Letting his eyes adore the flowing water, he caught her hand, resting on the rock, tenderly caressing it with his thumb. She closed her eyes momentarily, not taking a second to realize who it was. The act was seemed to have repeating. Years ago, the situation was kind of same. She had met him the same way and today as well, the destiny seemed to have brought them on the same point, again.
"Anika." He turned towards her, cutting off the silence, with the most beautiful word, he considered in his life. Wonderful, isn't it? She was so precious to him that her name set an altogether different level of fascination for him. He watched her, taking a sharp breath before she finally opened her eyes. Glancing at him, she could easily see how concerned he was. Since the time, she had met him, she might not have vocalized but she understood him much well, than he did. Often, he didn't say many things, but she just could understand by reading his eyes. His eyes spoke... much more than normal ones do. She blinked her eyes, bringing a smile.
"I am fine, Shivaay. I really am."
"Hmm, I know." He shifted closer, lifting her hand as he clutched it in his firm grip. That was it. Her head fell on his shoulder and he wounded his one arm around her, letting her stay near himself. The next few minutes went in absolute silence, but time was blissful having each other's presence as companionship.
"Want to cry?" He asked, as he held her hand near his heart. It wouldn't be wrong to say, they were more than perfect for each other, each knowing, when to talk, when to not.
She nodded negatively. "Don't pay attention to other's words, so much, Anika. It will hurt you many times. If only, you understand the people who matters to you and whose words should, life would be far easier." He said, almost explaining her as if she was a kid, a naive, innocent kid. She would always be innocent. And she indeed was very naive.
Did I say anything wrong? Confusion drowned his confidence, with which he was speaking as she lifted herself from him. It almost scared him, knowing she was one sensitive girl and now, she looked emotionally vulnerable. But then, her beaming face, made him relived and he ended up blurting, "You scared me."
She grinned. And he genuinely smiled, seeing her happy. "How much you scold her?"
"Huh?" Unable to register, what she meant, he raised his eyebrow questioning her. "Tia. How much you scold her?" She asked, as if it was scripted and she had already read it. He looked away, the very next moment. At times, he wondered, how, how exactly on the earth she knows him that better. He shook his head and chose to not reply, what she asked for.
"Why do you love me so much, Shivaay?" He was taken aback with her question. He really was. It left him dumbfounded. She knows? Yes, she does.
"Anika... wh.. what... this... I mean.." He stuttered, unable to speak. "What did you think? I didn't know?" She pulled her hand back, staring in his eyes.
"Come on Shivaay, we have at least spent that much time together, that you certainly can't hide anything from me. If you do, it doesn't take me minutes to catch your lies. And this... this thing I knew from so long, but I have started understanding this, since few years." Slowly getting up, she spoke.
Being too speechless to react, he just preferred listening. She forwarded her hand towards him. Clasping his hand within hers, he pulled himself up, to her height.
She knew? Since... when? How? If she did, then why she never mentioned? What made her put forward this now? He had so many questions but the answers, the answers could be achieved from her only. But she graced him with her silence, which he found weird. Every passing moment was causing a tremendous rise in the tides of his stormy heart. He heard her say. "Do you remember when I, came your home first time? When you were not well..." And they drifted back to the memory lanes.
******
Pinky had asked Anika to stay at OM for a night, saying it was pretty late and it wouldn't be safe for her to leave at that clock. Though Anika wanted to deny, badly, but Shivaay's condition forced her to keep mum. Despite of knowing it wouldn't be right to be there, she just couldn't bring herself to leave from there. The concern for Shivaay had overtaken her to the extent that she failed to listen, her mind and chose to follow her heart. Pinky showed her guest room, asking her to be comfortable there.
It had been past midnight since she was tossing on the bed. She was trying hard to give rest to her utterly confused mind and over speedily beating heart. Picking the pillow, she covered her face with it. Unfortunately it did change nothing, absolutely nothing. Unable to resist more, she finally sat straight on her bed. Neither his words were letting her be in peace nor her worried self for him was allowing sleep to be anywhere near her.
She decided to have a check upon him. Making sure, not to disturb anyone's sleep, she carefully stepped out of the guest room, and directed her feet to the destination, which was his room. The door of his room wasn't locked. A light push and she walked inside. The room was lit dimly. She glanced at him. He was sleeping. As she walked up to him, the view of his face was getting clearer. The illness had certainly left him paled. She sat beside him, careful enough to not make any sound which would wake him up.
Unknowingly, she reached out, caressing his hairs, slightly touching his forehead to see if the fever was gone. His temperature seemed much normal to her. She sighed, getting assured that he was fine. That night, she realized one more thing, he just didn't matter to her but he held such importance and place in her heart, which no one ever had. The much she cared for him, she hadn't done for anyone else. He indeed was the first most special person in his life who, had made, her life brighter.
He shifted a bit, grabbing her hand which caused her a pull, and she landed on his top, making him wake up with a jerk. He quickly held her, by arms, opening his eyes, being startled. She had tied her hairs in a loose bun, which came out cascading down, falling on his face. Firming on her hand, which rested near his heart, he softly removed her hairs from his face, tucking them behind her ears. Locking his eyes with her ones, he leaned forward, letting his lips adore her forehead with their touch. Momentarily closing her eyes, she just allowed her heart to flatter with the emotions that were beautiful for her. Scooping her cheek in his large palm, he kissed her eyes, and the next moment, he placed his lips on hers, igniting fireworks within them. She was definitely an inexperienced one, because she hadn't allowed anyone else to even hold her hand in her life, leave aside... ermm... a kiss. Not that he was expert, but being a guy, he knew how to take things forward.
She herself failed to acknowledge the changes taking place in her life. It wasn't like every next day, she gets to feel, what she was doing. The reason must have been so influential for not being able to resist as her feelings managed to dominate her senses. She didn't know how to respond. It was just a couple of moments, when he pulled himself back, staring at her face, which wasn't clear to him, being wrapped up with layers of confusion, embarrassment, blushing, slightly angry or upset and many more...
And that was when, he realized, he had committed a mistake, which he shouldn't have. No matter how much right it had seemed to him, but a part of his soul scared him to death, that the recent act he pulled, might push her away forever from him. The fact that he had crossed his line, he had most probably hurt her, left him broken. He instantly let her go, and she backed off, his bed.
"You need rest... sleep." She cut him off even before he could say a word and vanished from his room in no time. He couldn't sleep for the whole night. The soon, sunrays made their way in his room, the first thing he did, was to run out, in search for her. And then, he came to know from his mother, that Anika had left some time before. And that point of time, his world came crashing down. He thought, she had chosen to refrain herself from him, chosen to stay away, chosen to forget him.
He thought that he lost her. But before he could think of anything else, his phone beeped with a message. Though he was least interested in looking for it, he still did. And he considered himself fortunate, that he did. It was a message from her, Things are fine between us, Shivaay. Don't think over what happened.'
That was enough to give him a clear idea about her feelings; she doesn't feel that way for him. But he was happy, at least, what he did... didn't put their friendship at stake. And from that day, neither he, nor she pulled that topic ever in their conversation. They just pretended like, it never happened.
******
He gazed down, as she for the very first time, had spoken about the incident, which held the capacity to either make or break his life. It could either make him the luckiest person or the most unfortunate one, if she walks out of his life. But she would have done that long back, if she wanted to. He was assuring himself. He was scared like anything, but a small ray of hope was still ignited within him. He looked up to see her, waiting for her to say something.
He expected her to speak up. Be it anything, if she wanted to scold him, she could do that, if she wanted to take off her anger on him, she could do that too. But he wanted her to react, in some way. Her silence was frightening to him. She kept staring at him. Decreasing whatever the little bit distance was between them, she let him hold her entire weight, as she wounded her one hand around his back, and clutching his T-shirt in a fist of another hand. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, but he wasn't able to understand what was going in her mind. And that time, the world stood still with them. Her mind was at peace and so was his heart. How could she not bring herself to reciprocate his love before? The love which was pure, unselfish and undemanding... His big, strong arms that had held her made her feel so protected, there. He gently stroked her long hairs, and kept rubbing her back.
"I love you." Whispering against his skin, she snuggled more into warmth of his side. And he felt he was hallucinating things. Unable to trust his ears, he pulled himself back from the hug. Though, she wasn't ready to leave him, and so not he but he needed to know. She had her gaze fixed at the ground. Sliding his finger near her chin, he lifted her face, making her to meet his eyes.
"I love you, Shivaay." She repeated, the soonest, her eyes lost herself in the beautiful world of his ones. His eyes almost had widened at her confession which was no less than a dream come true situation for him. Grabbing her arm, so delicately as if she was a glass doll and would break by his touch, he stepped closer, staring at her, as if asking, really? She nodded understanding the question he never vocalized.
"That day, when... when you kissed me, I... I felt so good, loved, actually. I was getting butterflies in my stomach. I... I have never felt like that. My heart... my heart was beating so loudly. It was flattering. I... I didn't know, what was happening to me. I was scared, to accept whatever the feelings were growing inside me. I somewhere, didn't want to get so attached to anyone that it will break me after they leave. My parents... they left me, when I was small, so small that I don't even remember their faces but still every day, thinking that they left me, I die, I die numerous deaths. And these slow deaths are painful. If I feel this, this much pain for my parents, whom I haven't remember to met, how would I manage if you... whom I have known, whom I have been with, whom I have spent so much time with me... will leave me. But at the same time, I didn't want to let you go. I couldn't have. So, I just asked to you to forget whatever happened." She was explaining him everything, stuttering and stumbling, occasionally, about the decision she had taken in past, about whatever she had said to him, about why she had never talked about the incident, which had bothered him every day, had snatched his sleep much often. And he focussed his entire attention on her, grasping her every word, and the decoding the gaps between her words, which were left unsaid.
"But how much I tried, how much I tried to not let myself fall for you, it all went in vain. Every day, every minute, every moment and minute fraction of a moment, I was falling for you. And now I realized, I have fallen for you so deep, that there is no way to come back. I have terribly failed in controlling my feelings for you. Your concern for me, your care for me made me respect you. I knew, I knew that you love me. But you never confessed, and I know why you didn't. Because you didn't want to force your love upon me right? And that made me love you, love you so much that I don't know how to express, the extent of my love for you. I love you... I love you so much. You won't leave me right? If you do, then I don't think I'll be able to pull myself together, again." Pouring her heart to him, she confessed, she confessed her love, fears and most important, her deepest secrets of life to him. It must have taken a lot within him to open up about the things that could tear her soul.
"Shh..." Edging his hand towards her, he slid his hand into her and brought it up to his heart. She looked surprised but more amused.
Placing her hand exactly near his heart, he let his hand stay on her, so that she could not back it off. "My heart makes you a promise, that it will never stop loving you." He spoke, with the kind of sincerity in his voice that it sent shivers down her spines.
Taking a step close to her, he kissed her right cheek, "I promise you, that I will never leave you." And he pulled himself back on quite a distance from her, "And if you still have any doubts, then I will never..."
He couldn't complete his sentence as she had walked up to him, and pulled him close until their lips had been locked. She had closed her eyes, and placed her soft lips on him, conveying how much she loves him. He was pleasantly surprised with her move. The kiss was sweet, tender and promising, gentle yet passionate speaking everything that their words could never have. He left her unwillingly realizing she was breathless and leaned forward, letting their foreheads meet. "You are my everything..." He whispered, before claiming her once again his, and they were lost in their very own world once again, the world created by them, the world in which only they existed, the world which was beautiful with their love.
***Edited by LoveToWrite - 8 years ago
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